Tinderbox smelt.

Latin animalis moved out of the corner 

Gnawing and initial the gnarled 


Recreating magnetic footsteps 

Of frigate that sailed 

with the hundred first pages.


To the Prehistoric birth place into

The Forest we found death 

Blackened and burnt 

Hands clutching a red bucket 

Kept fireside and with a smile 

Only rubber lovers could 

raise while trying too 

start a tinderbox smelt in the 

hearth of Middle eight shy 

of twenty five.