When a Boy Will do Anything for you, Sometimes it’s Too Much

You said you loved the smell of burning wood
and the dance of flames;
roasting marshmallows and making toast.
I didn’t want you to set multitudinous fires
and burn away the forest
mingling salt with ash to make a clown smile
out of pursed lips.
When I found out what you’d done
we took our mallows to the leading edge
and I pushed you into devouring fire
and watched your bones blacken
before I called for help.