Monday, September 3, 2012

"The Forest Burned, And I with It"

night I stepped
gingerly through a burned black forest.
Masses of tree trunks lay
in mounds below my feet—the scent

burning wood
overwhelmed my entire being,
seemingly dampening
every other unyielding sense.

the dead of
the forest the debris and ash mixed;
the dead remnants were small,
so that I was drowning in them.

Ash from the
burning trees overwhelmed intensely.
It was so strong that I
began to itch, to twitch, writhing

pain for so
long—Until my body was melting.
Organs liquid within—
                     my heart mixed with the ashen trees.

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