Staring into the dying embers of a recently roaring fire
I am mesmerised by the fading glow
And drop pieces of paper and card atop the cairn of ash
To watch as the offerings catch and flare for mere moments
Until they, too, are gone.
The pyre is no more the all-consuming fire it once was;
But, it can still lick a tendril tongue to capture the late-comers to the party.