Six men in a ring, sitting on hard chairs
Staring at each other.
The first is a gambler, burned his money,
Now his wife won’t let him in.
The second, a smoker, burned his lungs
But wishes the room were hazier.
Third, an arsonist, burned his abode
And this is his only home.
Four — a broken man, burned the one closest to him.
Estranged. Lonely. Angry.
The fifth burned his hands —
Life grows duller by the moment.
The sixth burned his soul
Pursuing his dreams at all costs.