Home is where the Hearth is by C J Richardson 2013



Why do you use me, abuse me so badly?

Screwing up paper and squashing it madly;

nestling the throwaway news in my innards.

Filling the spaces and feeding me firewood,

topped up with logs that were chopped with a chainsaw.

Striking a light, so you can watch me burn bright,

flashing with flames that scorch my glass screen.

You jab and you prod with your powerful poker,

sparks splash and splinter , a furnace of rain,

Leaving me gouged and gutted again.

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