Standing Burnt forest (fire)
Like a lighter lighting ‘ match
Do it
Flick it in slow-motion at
The full forest floor poor trees
Blitz itz bones
Blistering simmering sin bliss
Snake slitherin’
Rustling leaves leaves no trace
Blackened paths at every turn
Fired furs murmurs of last lost past glory burn
Sad story
Our son
Arson
