A Pool of Burning Fire
As I look into
the pool of burning fire,
I can hear
the hiss of the motionless creature inside.
I can see
the swollen embers
scortch the dark starry sky,
the miniature blazing flames
churn the face of the earth.
You can feel the weep of Mother-Nature,
as the burning coals scar her skin.
The blistering warmth catches your body.
There is no hope,
but the scar to get bigger.
Copyright © Kendalle Crouse | Year Posted 2006
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