This poem is taken from Stand 230, 19(2) June - July 2021.

Christine Koutelieri Bottle Kiln
Vivid. It still burns in my head
the yawning mouth of the fire he feeds,
Flames leap, the roar and the wall of heat,
his sparse frame running with sweat,
half covered by a scrap of vest.
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