Poem: Fire

fire is an event not a thing

a tree cut down then
in twisted flames
sparks gushing up
some see agony
others enjoy

only on earth where there is enough oxygen

everything can burn
here london
chicago warsaw
russia berlin
infirm people
villages cars

a heap of old newspapers could burst into flame

or magazines

or compost heaps

or all your culture
stripped to black ash
in every nook
and cranny

fire is an event not a thing


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