Flesh is fire's friend

 Oh flesh, my flesh

mortal servant of the lord

Or servant of the fire?

When I watch him on the stage

Expire

Burning

Like a candlestick

He must sit upon the wick

And burn

In flame

And torture

Famine

Oh flesh

Of all the furniture

Fire is your friend

It must burn

In the end

Beyond The nerves

And sinews which extend

What frozen wonder land

Of wasted flesh

Oh flesh is fire's friend