FIRESTORM

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

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.

Reviews

[Adam Chambers]

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

[Ed Hart]

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