bonfire night

 

open a fistful of coins
over the damp embers
of a nightmare
hold a mask to the smell
throw in notes and curses
throw in fuel, fire
a dance of fury pain
on hot coals
drain in blood
from wide open veins
dulled dark nerves
break little biscuits
bend big flowery tents
fling kindling
on and again
slice words in half
with a surgeons knife
and watch them all burn
to the very last drop
an appalling silence
song without mouth
is left hopeful
drained walks away
an idea whose time
has come,
put your foot down
and follow