Cook My Flesh Poem by Alistair Graham

When the sparks dance
Above my head
Before falling down around me
I try not to
Direct them
Speed them up
Slow them down
Fan them
This way or that

I try not to
Make them into something
They are not
I just catch
Each one as it is
Before laying it down
On the page

0n a lazy day
I don't bother with the sparks
Until they cover my body
Burn through my skin
Cook my flesh
Until my sense of smell
Sends a message to my brain
It is time for dinner
And I could eat myself