IT BURNS blackened spots appear, flames licking…
IT BURNS
blackened spots appear, flames licking.
red serpents wriggle on the surface
like barcode scanners roving back & forth,
consuming whatever has not been defiled.
the serpent seals up the remaining loopholes of its carbon cocoon.
the rumpled fibre writhes and screams.
duel ends in another hue of grey amongst others.
the serpent sleeps away, cocoon moulded into shape.
[close up of paper in fire]