CONFLAGRATION - Poem
CONFLAGRATION
(Copyright 2017, by Dave Kiffer)
We wear our ashes
Like snow in June
Not flicked across
Our bowed heads
But draped like love
On our shoulders
It’s already too late
To flee this Eden,
The winding roads
Already buried,
The last escape
Swathed by fire
There is only a wait
Til the heat rises
From over the hill,
The only regret
That I didn’t build
Something stronger
When you move
Out into the woods
You think you escape,
And maybe you do,
But for only an instant,
A heart’s lone flutter
And now it is time,
A disenfranchised beat
Turning around on itself
Like an unexpected crack,
A final piece of kindling
Turning softly to ash.
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