
And Fire Lies Waiting.
Dry sticks A forest prepared for conflagration And how great the matter The little spark will kindle Petrol in our drinking water How will we put out the fire We will plunge But now we breathe deep With open mouths Hacking and harrowing Our respiration Breaks the silence of night Darkness still The crack of malnourished ribs Unseen … Continue reading And Fire Lies Waiting.