Poem called Campfire

Campfire

Cold drips
On nose that nips
Held at bay by wood’s death

Wolf howls
On ears that bite
Warmed by wood’s death

Icy cold
From Winter’s breath
Stemmed by wood’s death

Night fear,
And one cold beer,
Safe you are by wood’s death.

Crack sound
Flames’ silent song,
Come from wood’s death.

We live
E’en Winter’s death
Saved by wood’s death.

So ‘tis,
That Man exists
‘Cause of wood’s death.