Cease the flame
Thicken ash of remorse left
voices go unanswered
The pleading though..
The pleading never stopped
Bewilderment of the present
Swallowing all distant thoughts
Rearranging there sequence
Rearranging  what begat
Death ignited the spark
and took of the bark
Darkened its roots
and left the child
With the purple stain feet
mute.