On burning..

         On  burning.
I see Silicon burns and reduces,
but many unextingusihed unabated desire
like a Maudling whack erupt,
In the ritual like many of us
are stacked in . The balustrade is only a pretence.
Spooky smoke and fire continue to burn:
they throw in the fire the cloth bound doll to burn
Somebody’s life, a way of black magic:
Unable to burn their debilitating thoughts ,
a holistic approach, burning like hellfire grows,
somebody is burning forest trees too.