Fire (Found Poem)
Fire, as a comfort in the night
A pyramid of leaves and twigs
Branches and logs
A ceiling of smoke
And a bush of yellow flame
Littluns dancing and clapping hands
As the fire died
So did the excitement
Littluns drifted away
Towards the sea
Or the fruit trees
Or the shelters
The roar of the forest rose
Burst into a great fan-shaped flame
Running fast
With the heat beating
And the fire racing forward
His voice rose
Under the black smoke
Before the burning wreckage
