Butchery


Smoke Grey pluming warms the air and smells of wood that snaps when hotter as I build around it's crackling birch
Brown leaves carpet the ground and trees dark green covered in moss and mold then eventually at the top a crown
Light blue skies and white clouds passing me mesmerize the total mind to complicity
I am warm though the world is cold may my autumn fire reach hearts who need to be bold
Beauty has been misplaced by structure but only the blind man will see what we have butchered.