FIRESTORM

FIRESTORM

A Poem by manchilld99
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Even man-made forest fires are acts of cleansing ... the removal of decay, death, debris ... and decadence

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Whose playing with fire

sparked this season

singed  these daisies

burned those pines

felled a whole ash grove

that may live

freed of their shadows

the weeds

the vines

the seed

in the soil

lying dormant

to hedge

against this storm,

holding together,

restoring life

‘midst smoke and dust

is but another fool.

He knows little

but

Yankee go home!

Black Power!

Allah akbar!

and forgot the teachings

of Smokey the Bear.


© 2010 manchilld99



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I like the ending-- "he forgot the teachings of Smokey the Bear." That's funny and powerful at the same time. Nice poem!

Posted 6 Years Ago


an then, of course, the more general human conflagrations are very helpful with the population problem

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on October 18, 2010
Last Updated on October 27, 2010
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manchilld99
manchilld99

rochester, NY



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I write poems and stories, and have broadcast a blues show on the radio since 1982. I am from Harlem, currently live in Rochester, NY, but have been around. more..

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