Burn it

A great nuzzling gout of fire leapt out

It was a pleasure to burn

He strode in a swarm of fireflies

Near the smokey ruins

Discarded flamethrower, an eternal matchbox: guaranteed

One million lights

He felt beaten unmercifully

On brow, eyes, nose, lips, chin, on shoulders, on upfailing arms

Fool, fool, fool, oh God you silly fool

Just burn it