Fire Place
Without a doubt in our mind, we never cared to warn
the visitors as they strode in to hang up their feet
in a shameless effort to warm their soles against the
prideful fire; which cackled with a conscious, pure vigor
emanating a sweet aroma as they burned fat,
repeatedly flinging it on the flame, taunting it
to get a rise from the now angered element
that reacted proudly as we ducked outside, unmarked
by the god inside; unchained, now cackling louder.
All within the room lost their senses while we waited;
patient, humbled. We watched as the wooden apertures
submitted to the blaze without resistance; blinking
rapidly while the smoke, with graceful ascendance, rose
to the trees and blanketed the frenzied fire until
it was satiated and lucid once more. We bowed.
