Victim of Fire
Ten Lines Found Poem
T.C. Cheng

Let me be the worshiper of Satan,
for God has turned my city into fire,
and my hair into flame.
Light me up, Darkness
for I’m the citizen erased and my face vague…
Shadow, Shadow,
concrete me, Hatred,
and hang them on Satan’s teeth
by eyes,
for the shadow cannot pull out the sword.