Poem: How To Tame A Wildfire
8.23.2015
The choke of smoke
means the flame has already spread too far
and these green hills now
are burning hot and red
Consuming soil and sky
unable to shake the taste
of toxicity
and knowing that breath
is not meant to be held this long
tongues not meant
to be chewed so hard
These fires turn wild
and seek to destroy
because one way that nature
achieves renewal is through
its power cycling
the mercy death brings
even as bridges burn
clearing the way
to begin again
I can't contain this heat
as I endure the third degree
and can't stop the burning
as the sky disappears from me
as this wildfire rises
higher up in me
These flames
become
the wildest fire yet
to tame me.
(C) Bethany Moore 2015
The choke of smoke
means the flame has already spread too far
and these green hills now
are burning hot and red
Consuming soil and sky
unable to shake the taste
of toxicity
and knowing that breath
is not meant to be held this long
tongues not meant
to be chewed so hard
These fires turn wild
and seek to destroy
because one way that nature
achieves renewal is through
its power cycling
the mercy death brings
even as bridges burn
clearing the way
to begin again
I can't contain this heat
as I endure the third degree
and can't stop the burning
as the sky disappears from me
as this wildfire rises
higher up in me
These flames
become
the wildest fire yet
to tame me.
(C) Bethany Moore 2015