Autumn fires burn
Yellows and oranges lick the air
Rising up and cleansing us
From what has come before.
On this still, calm evening
As wood cracks beneath the glowing flame
I wonder if He-Man has ever caught a bus
To avoid looking at some roof tiles.
There’s a break in the cloud
Like a chimney hole in the sky.
If Skeletor hadn’t hired those dodgy builders,
Then Battle Cat could’ve made He-Man a nice fruit salad for the bus journey.
I push the dying embers about
With a fallen branch from a tree,
Reflecting that Castle Greyskull is light years away –
At least He-Man has two left hands and a box of Captain Crunch.
