I love
I with the ice-chip eye
I love.

The flame licks and licks
in its box, panting
on the hard metalmix walls,
ranting, wanting
to light the sky

Feed it, oxygenate it, fanfanfan it,
shout at it. Put books on it, you’re going to have to!

Bigger, faster, hot hot hotter!
The metalmix melts!
The flame billows up
and lights the sky

The ice-chips in the eye

(First published in Numbat)