HOME GERRY		THE FLAME By Cousin Gerry The locals gathered in a sacred place On this, most special night. The torch made its appearance: Its flame was burning bright. We watched the flame get passed around We shared a common notion This sacred flame, this sign of life It caused a great commotion. The cameras started rolling As the people all sat down. A man spoke very movingly And a box was passed around. And then the man walked up to me His face was grim, not smilin'. "Gerard," he said, "The council speaks: You've been voted off the island."