Campfire Night

Glittering kites high in the dark
Twitching souls 'neath the clouds
Tethered loosely to the sand
Lusty tugging by listless hands

Scent of charred, scorched flesh
A smoky flavour in the air
Fire blazing with no eyes there

The wind, alive with tireless buzzing
Raucous voices never hoarse
Little candles in the air
Spitting vitriol without who's care

Satyric screams of gay delight
Snuffed out with the One God's might
Burnt to crisp and fried with light
Our One God's wrath is never slight