Boredom to Burn
“Boredom makes us do it, that and the chase. The sun whitens the grass until it’s ripe to burn and then we light it, watch and wait. The flames take the land and then they come and we run. Us in our shorts them in their gear, too clumsy to run but fast because they’re men and we’re laughing and falling, stumbling and rolling from the burn, safe if not caught, too young to worry about the dead birds, broken land and black landscape”.