Forest Dance Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Great cloud of black smoke
Signalling the expected eruption
A fearful awe inspiring spectacle
Tearing along slightly astern
As the spirit of the occasion warmed
My blood went tingling with fear
Short jabbing flame flailed
Like a roaring inferno as men in a circle
And as if united by invisible wire, dance
And one in frenzy hop and skip on the fire
And is cracked by one then other with whiplash
The picture stayed engrained in my brain
To make me marvel what manner of men
Sorts who make merriment of death and pains