Saturday, 7 January 2017

THE LAST FIRE

THE LAST FIRE

You gathered sticks
To bathe the night with fire,
You, in your element
Smiling watery eyes;
Happy sighs – as you bent.
The next day your soul gathered
Over your cold body
To be buried under sticks and clay….






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