Go deep in the forest, the stix
you’ll need for a bundle--a faggot
The trees’ sheddings, without wick
break easily. Bind one, bind a faggot
In Winter, the makings more visible
The stems of oaks: a small faggot
For the sake of fire, pull branches
from what you scouted—the faggot
Three dozen a long way go
Together—makes flame, a faggot
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