Consumed In Dance Poem by Douglas Nichols

I feel the radiance from the flickering crackles.
As I sit mesmerized by the wispy-glowing dance before me.
Ethereal fingers consuming solid form.

In time, a dull inviting glow.
With intermittent pulsating tones.
Like heartbeats, laced with feathery ashen remnants.

Starting in glutinous consumption.
And ending in smoldering, rumination,
Till all is consumed;
Returning the host back to what gave it birth.