Burning my effigy

I have made an effigy of
my own exacting like with all
the shades of my shadows
and all the hues of my light

I have filled in all my
idiosyncracies, my fads
my hypocrisies,
my good and bad

and now I laugh louder
than I have on anyone
as I release a bow aflame
onto my own perfect image
watching the flames soar
inhaling its smoke gladly
celebrating madly
swearing an oath solemnly
to burn this effigy daily
of my holy and heretic life.