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Thursday, June 9, 2011

THE FURNACE ROOM

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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