what you've burned
and surrendered to the
flames licking the night
soot for shadows left
on dusty roads, the grid
laid over a barren land
the earth only bearing
those who can bear most
anything or anyone or...
what you've burned
in the hordes that march
across the grass and stone
smoke for held breaths
in deflated dreams, rising
to contaminate the infinite dark
a taciturn sky blankly
gazing on tattered fires of
the past or present or...
what you've burned
with words and looks
with dormant action
allowing it to feed
on what's left, those
remnants of the cold
bones and flesh bleached
by the sun and time to
feed the old or new or...
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