bonfire ( erifnob )

build with sticks – not stones
bits ‘n’ birch & branch of oak
last summer’s ragwort

brambles, bobs ‘n’ twigs
scrumpled sheets of poetry
nettles & regrets

leaves & sheeple masks
letters from the government
thorns of thicket’s thatch

with a guy atop
effigies of enemies
weasels run the whirled

check for hedgehogs first
badgers, owls & barrels of
rum – or gunpowder

if the ghost is clear
in the darkened garden’s blear
– spark that mother’ up