Pillars of Ash

In the beginning Nature had no voice.

Then the gods threw a pest

Of fire called language

Upon the world

And are watching it as it blazes.

Now fire clings to the palate,

Burns the throat.

The smoke of rhetoric smarts our eyes.

Tongues of fire consume the page —

Paper curling into ash,

Perusing fingers sifting to ash,

Bodies stiffening into ash,

Pillars of ash that’ll topple and disperse

In the coming wind and rain.

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