In rushes waiting
I grasped a handful
Of wild grass knee tall
And spread it round me
September evening still and warm
Jerrycan underneath my arm
The trees were slowly
Bending together
As they arced inward
In genuflection
The brambles writhing at their feet
A mock abased leg snagging sea
The match-head crackled
Just when the wind huffed
Spit up the nut husks
The branches wavered
The sun a bloody sinking pill
I left the dusk to torch the hill
Setting the woods on fire