Strawmen
The strawmen are burning. Flaming pillars reach for heaven encircled by proud and triumphant foamy-mouthed heroes. 'I fought this battle alone,' they chant in unison. The strawmen are burning. Fools scream, "Fools!" at the crinkling fire. The strawmen are burning. Pilloried high! Taunt chasing cruel taunt up in smoke. Jeers and cheers hide revelers fears and the angry flames grow high. Another and another, limp dummies join their peers. Frenzied labor filling exhausts creative minds. Stuffed shirts stuffing shirts- fat victims for the pyre. Hateful. Hate full. A hungry inferno teased into life. The strawmen are burning. Kindling flames burn hot. Warming. Singeing. Hungry. Laughing. Seething. They bow and dance round the triumphant totem whose victory light distorts twisted faces. Hand in hand and warmed. Hot hate pours in. Incendiary. Fueled by vice as if by gas, the funeral pyre wild. Monsters worship at their flame, undisciplined and worse. Demandi...