Smoke me out

Smoke me out

Hung out, strung out

Burning in charcoal

Dessicated

As a Lindisfarne Kipper

The whole world

Is on fire

Even the ice burns

Fever my brow

With its worry beads

Furrowed into the skin

The rock of ages past

Sharply thrown

Skimmed a lost childhood

Chasing approval

From a sibling

Even as brothers drift

Into separate corners

Fighting was never fair

Blame was never a game

Too much was made

Of difference

Whilst the fire raged

Across the heartlands

Opportunists

Are forever

Washing their hands

In the overflow

From a reservoir of goodwill

Until it all runs dry

Leaving nothing

But a smoulder

Of embers

To whisper campfire stories

Under crowded skies

Of bygone days

Nobody will ever believe

Were innocent