Something wicked
burning here,
I think it might be me
smoldering
from the constant
prodding
from man’s fascination
with fire…
and in his crowing
of his
accomplishment
he steps just a heartbeat
too close
and is consumed
by the very fire
he ignited,
and once consumed,
taking what was left
of him burning
in the palm of my hand,
I lifted it
to my lips
and blew softly
to release the ashes
of what might have been.