by Victor Enns
To the left of the stairs
the green fire-breathing
furnace, eating coal.
Insatiable,
the flames
call to me.
The shroud of dust
rises from the coal bin,
cloaks my invisibility.
No-one knows I’m down here.
I like to play with fire.
Sometimes I get away.
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