10. Fire Eater

Fire eater

He watches, entranced,
The dance of the fire-eaters,
They hold steady, their torches
ablaze.
He fixedly stares at cropped red vests
and baggy trousers, sandals and painted
toenails; fingers blackened under
flames.
The man opens his mouth wide,
Tonsils quiver,
A bead of sweat on his temple
evaporates.
He holds his breath, waiting –
Trapping danger inside,
Obscured by the breath of a
dragon.

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