Tell me, where can you see SOAP in this poem…

Bush Fire by Jackie Kay

That fire, they said, was as red as red as red
red as a fox, your lips, a cherry
That fire, they said spread and spread and spread
Faster, than a cheetah or a nasty rumour

That fire, they said, was hot, so hot, so hot
Hotter than lava or an African summer.
That fire, they said, was angry, very angry.
For three roaring days, it danced wildly, wildly, wildly.

Wild as flamenco, strip the willow, a Highland fling.
That fire, they said, had a big bad mouth
Swearing, spluttering: Bring it on! Bring it on!
That fire, they said, wolfed down the lot –
The lovely little homes, the trees, the land
That fire, they said, left nothing behind at all
One blackened trail, one sad scorched story.

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