Do you enjoy reading books
We stoked the pyre
ashen faces turned
The outcast sat to one side
hands crushed between two weights
submitting all pages before chapter three
a blinding final four paragraphs
If they did not agree with his indecision
he would find his feet immersed in water
a battle breaking out
The page burners would bicker
with page turners
who could hold forth until the ink dried
all inspiration from the paper
Identical fires burned with every turn
nonsense no more
all was sedately serious
between the hibernating covers