Man on Fire by Sue Reed

What we were, we remain for the people we have hurt.
We never change, never grow old, never die.

In my 20’s and 30’s, I was always in an ecstasy or a rage.
Nothing in between but the silence of a monk
self immolated, flames where my lips were meant to be.

Tongue either raw or a burnt offering.

If you knew me thirty years ago and still wish that I were dead
forgive me first.

That is what I’m asking for.





  1. “Before you judge my actions, Lord, I pray you will forgive…” Inayat Khan

    Part of a larger poem, you can search for it. I’m still pondering this idea that it’s okay to judge, but you have to forgive first….

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