The Greater Good

Right below me, twisted, buckled
Pointing fingers through my face
Chewing on my screaming crying
Plea for Jezebel’s embrace
Down the stairs I move
O’erlooking selves of all I’ve been in thought
Kissing and seducing
All the selves I wish that I were not
Writhing like a piston
Cold as oil lubricates the path
Burning down the schizophrenic
Self-reflexive rapist’s wrath
There, with fire in my hand
I throw it on the crowd below
Twins of faces, plus one other
Shocked and helpless, call out
«No! You cannot do this! «There in flame they smolder
As the hemlock would
As bones and sinew melt
I tell them
«It's all for the Greater Good»
For now a deity I stand
Before my judged and blackened kin
Save only one, a different face
Was cleared of her new virgin skin