Spat out tiny Salamanders. Their Toes were torches, eyes Orange-hearted flames, Their noses snorted whole Galaxies of smoke. Only then did I say Why? How? Where? They crawled inside My ears, then I was An eye in an egg Floating in pond water, Breaking open, crawling Over land. Then, My face, in time, stayed Close to grasses, Gasping, until at last I tasted the fire, So many sticky tongues Licking me awake.