Sticks ‘n’ stones
...eh?

She took the sticks
of our arguments

and blew them into
a blaze

as if she whispered fire
to them & they

leapt into flame.

Even the stones
burst into fire

which she lovingly tended
with a gentle viciousness

until she created
a bonfire

of my vanities.

My name nothing now
but ash floating high

above it all

smoke

getting in

my eyes.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smoke-gets-in-your-eyes/