The language of fire

Dave BontaAnxious

Fire in a crowded theatre the one word not to be played with we melt on its urgent tongue

Fire on command an arm goes down red blossoms against the white- washed stone

Fire in the hole the frantic leaping of fish after a chemical spill

Fire the messenger who brings no message only his own unbearable company

Dave Bonta

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