The Man in the Back

.
.
I am an immigrant
yet the citizens
put me in charge of
their purity temple.
.
I keep out the
scraps of what has
entered foreign mouths
or landed on the infested earth,
.
what was in and fell out.
They could have used sand,
but they prefer
the power of alkaline guava and
oil that breaks
.
the skins of demons.
I stand over the blazing water,
that burns them to hell,
down the twirling pathway,
scalding my flesh.