Bricks

Woman and boy cut smooth cakes
To burn them to hell-like perfection .
Their hell burns fiercely in red face.
Once they are out from the inferno
They sit in pans on woman’s heads
For a joy ride to house skeletons .
And they are laid one by one to hide
Men from the sky and its fierce sun.

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