the vortex of creation is the vortex of destruction
the vortex of artistic creation is the vortex of self destuction
the vortex of political creation is the vortex of flesh destruction
 flesh is in the fire, it curls and terribly warps 
 fat is in the fire, it drips and sizzling sings
 bones are in the fire
  they crack tellingly in
  subtle hieroglyphs of oracle
 charcoal singed
 the smell of your burning hair
for every revolutionary must at last will his own destruction
rooted as he is in the past he sets out to destroy