Where the loaves of wood
They put on the fire drew the
Lion and the unicorn up in
Convections crowded with
Monarchs and kingdoms tall
As chimneys swept by boys
Indentured to fire and guilds
Of dough needed by the strata
Of the people
Hooray and up she went into the flu,
The embers ruddy as forgotten plums
Fought over by lions in the mane
Then the fire went down and they threw
More bread on it. Then the bread went down
As the hunger of the people rose
And the flames revolved
This was called revolution
Then we drank tea and ate silence
Bigger than the architects of history.
This was a tapestry.
This is how wood and people
Become other things.
(C) N J Green