Breathe It In
Sometimes it's better to let the fire fade
Burnt fingers claw at flickering flames
Where once a fire blazed
Charred flesh
Smoky sweetness fills the air
They breathe
We breathe
Ash and crisped skin
Flaking
Fluttering on the way
Down
In
Sedimentation in the lungs
And the heart
Damaged, over-cooked and falling apart
Barbecues are never to last
Just for the summer
Put out with the weather
Dampened by seasons changed
And charcoal prices raised
It costs so much
To do the same
And strike a match to bring the flame
And find the fuel
No logs in the place
Or the basket beside, wicker
We could burn
But short-term
Short-lived, without kindling
I didn't know
It was such an art
Fire start-ers
Fire stoppers
Heat evaporated, warmed the chill
For a moment
Nothing will
Replace that heat, the glory blaze
Look back through the smog and haze
Of cigarette smoke
The embers that glow
Not stomped out
But left
To dampen till death
Don't pick it up
Don't breathe it in
It's bad for your lungs
And the settling
Of smouldering ash
Slowly scattered away
A breeze
A laugh
And the fire will fade.


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