i see fear dancing like a fire on his mind
watching from a distance,
tortured nerve endings spit and seize
the field is burning
his limbs are flailing
smoke fills up his lungs

i know where that field is,
closer to here than i care to mention--
i have heard that it is dangerous;
i am not going there.

i'm watching him burn now--
and i do,
i feel sorry for him.