Cockcrow after Bonfire

Then under sun I was flash

among tin black stumps of corn

and fired wing-tip

too charred for rat

captured in ash the crow

and crown past flame or flâneur

Then under sun I was flash flame

over tin sun under ash sans cock crow

crowned as thorn flush

against the cold brow

sans sun flash over stump-corn

and charred tin over ash

Then in the sun I was flash

against the fire flush and lucked-

out over ash

beside the cold stream

I was spit and spittle was my name

rust and old tin craving meat.