Hell's Teeth

the sticks are whipping up a frenzy
and I keep piling them on
getting higher
because
i love the crackle
the heat
the fear of setting the chimney alight
the flickering tiles
the black grate
smouldering
 
against the orange segments
a castle on fire
the turrets burning
a village ablaze
the screaming faces
charred bodies

and, i've forgotten what i'm talking about.