Orange, crackling tongues flick,
Trying to find something to lick.
To find something to burn,
to find something to turn
into ashes.
Its heat, creating gashes
in the earth,
causing dearth
in this place,
that was once full of grace,
but is now being blazed,
being razed.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Orange, crackling tongues flick,
Trying to find something to lick.
To find something to burn,
to find something to turn
into ashes.
Its heat, creating gashes
in the earth,
causing dearth
in this place,
that was once full of grace,
but is now being blazed,
being razed.
A destructive sort of poem.
