Flames

 
There’s a widow
Dressed all in black
Sitting in the town square
Wrapped in a car tyre
Warm weather tread
Her hands open up
To the heavens above
She weeps for her loss
As she soaks herself
With a gallon of gasoline
Both hands shaking
She strikes a match
There a sound mixture
Screaming and the woosh
Of flames as she explodes
The screaming and moaning
Seems to last forever
More sounds mix as black
Smoke bellows and crackles
She is dead, mercifully
But the fire carries on
Onlookers nod in agreement
In appreciation that
As far as they are concerned
She did the right thing
A righteous and holy thing
Nobody tried to stop her
Apparently her only sin
Was that her husband died
This for her was selfless
But she had been brainwashed
Into believing that this
Was a required action
She would be together
With her husband in the
Afterlife that doesn’t exist
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# womans heart melts