Burnt Out

No one saw him come or go, he just appeared jerking around - a mute puppet on fire. His strings must have been thin too thin to hold a flame or maybe like his eyes, they were fire resistant. Some said he had been a great person, a man who had tried too little, but obviously was always above the heads of the casual onlooker. Some claimed that he had reached too high, a reach that he could not sustain - had ignited a jerky flame. Women likened him to passed lovers ones now much disparaged on social media. 'He can’t dance, never could; look even now, being only a pair of eyes dangling on two strings, yet still he can’t dance; anyway not the way we want him to'. Eventually, as a solar flare will flame out, or as an unpublished poem will, if disparaged too long on social media he went bossa nova. No one saw him dance away his fiery eyeballs and strings burning now sight unseen.