View from Above

Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as tolerance
Ablaze in purifying glory.
Your tolerance laps at the legs
Of those poised to march.
Who are they?
The underpinning of consciousness.
The pillar of the repressed.
The girder weathered by piousness.
You burn their loves and lives
And walk away satisfied.
The world is pure again.