A Match-Stick

The Match-Stick The patent potential of a match-stick I saw seething ravagely through the farmland Crawling conflagration all alike Beholding the hapless and helpless mind The power of a match-stick I knew well when in dire need Picking up the match-box in shock Not a single stick could find Oh the raw rice raucously submerged While I scrounged for a match-stick To bring me out of the cataclysm Before my muscular bag blows in catastrophe Praise to my extant toils When on a drifting table I found a match-stick Aiding the healing of my excruciating hunger.