Smug as a bug

They haven’t turned up the heat yet,
or held my feet to the fire.
So, still I stay smugly detached
from nervous bristlings meant to alarm.
And time I have to consider the Shaman
who walks,
entranced in faith,
on beds of glowing coals.

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