Flakes knock lightly on the windowpane
I direct my attention outside.
Ashes taint the ground with bitter gray
As I watch the flames inherit the earth.


I spotted a man, water in pail
He extinguished another held tightly by flames
The now free man cringes and yells
“It is my right to be held by flames”
With that he ran into the woods
The tops painted with carmine.

The world is burning, it’s losing its leaves
All because we are all right, we are all wrong.