encourage me to keep my hands in the scorching fire
- just a little longer -
until I find a better, safer way to roast my food.
blisters on my hands
and pain in my mind
is not a reason to quit that job.
I should rather develop a proper resistance against fire,
How much longer
do you suggest I wait?
Would third-degree burns be sufficient?
Or do you want me to go right down to the fourth, bones turning to ash?
You know those can kill, don't you?
But you and they forgot:
the bones important here
are not those in my hands.
My backbone snaps back into place,
redrawing my hands.
There's more than enough food,
which I can digest
My mind, freed from pain, will find plenty.
And it will taste so much sweeter
without the bitter burned skin.