Firewood.

Just one more smoke afore I sleep
Rolls me away, away to keep
My heart from placing cause to weep,
Oceans shallow’d by sorrow’s deep

But then with thrift of feet on fire
Come cut-throat tones thrashed from the lyre
And shimmer through my window wire,
Firewood sorrow for inner pyres

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