Battle with Fire...

Tall
like your wind pipe if straightened and planted in the soil,
they flare up from somewhere inside
and in asymmetrical up-down movements,
they reach you –

like a snake’s fork-tongue
for a whisker touch,
a brush,
that can spread venom like tumour with light’s velocity…

heat ignites,
argues, screams, points its index finger, slaps,
                touches, kills, separates
reignites –
                   you and yours –
                                                 just firefighting…