Of Toasters And Open Flames - Poem by Bill Grace
I do not like an open flame
For in it there could be
A fuse of vastly more loss
Than aesthetic or even spiritual gain.
But flame for spirit is better
Than a world possessed of none
Imagine my sense of betrayal
When the toaster wanted fun
And in process headed towards burning the house down.
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