A burning wooden man leapt over
some kind of fence or hedge; and I saw him
as we drove past the fields. I took it in
but wanted to have more information
before I could say that I understand.
He was large, quite thin in proportion,
surfaces flame-blackened. Two large bushes
close up to the road stopped me seeing much
for a second or two. That's many yards.
When I could see again, he had dispersed
into shanty barricades, shadows
and things lying flat on the ground that men
walked over as they went about their work –
busy; numerous; and tiny, compared to him.
Half-visible kids freewheeled down fire hills,
fresh obstructions ending that episode.
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