Magpie # 23
Toned down lights, as nights befall.
And through the day they pass you by
Brushed by coats but not the eye.
A cylindrical brassy chamber
To snuff out flames before the danger.
If they needed you at all
Would you slide easy from the wall?
Would you function as you should?
Before the flames engulfed the wood
Who has cared to go peruse
The embossed words for future use?
No-one has swabbed your cobs away
As spider's spin, where you've to spray.
Can they rely on pure assumption
You'll take up your primal function?
So many who don't give a jot
If you work - or you do not.
So many years of disregard
Some learn the burning lesson hard.
She'll visit you, the fire sprite
Seeking reasons to ignite.
Old apartments, faded walls
toned down lights, as nights befall.
This piece has been written by a Willowy prompt for we Magpiers: