11 JANUARY 1957, Page 14

Fire-Eaters

Grind the rock to grow the flame, Mill the flame and bake the bread, Ask for bread, it is a stone Light's creatures all arc fed upon. Or rather say that light has bred Sustenance of flame by flame: Fire we are and fire we cat Chirped the bird to an car of wheat.

RoCk serves the prophet's turn As though that were not worn. If it is rock you trust How is it better than dust I asked the prophetic man.

But he wanted to write on stone.

Now I have nothing firm To cling to above harm. I have killed all with thought Only excepting light. No one can write on that. Amo, amas, a mat,