The Twig

    
Green leaves writhing,      
above the coals;      
green leaves cast off      
in flashing sparks,      
twisting, crying, squirming    
defiant fights on,      
spitting  wounds,twisting    
 twisting, crying .
 Sizzling  coals ,glowing,      
 glowing embers black    
 black until  sap has dried,    
flames to rise once more    
spring from the heat .    
Twisting squirming crying.    
Beneath the tree from      
whence  the twig was taken    
I sit, think and  feel  warmth,    
 The twig feeling  heat and hurt
 Twisting  curling,cries again,      
 cries and bursts to flames.