A Forest Fire's Prayer
please make me more simple.
kill the most part of my life.
if arson is my destiny,
let me turn to ashes nothing but the dry leaves
on feet of the trees, so they’ll grow denser with ease.
tell sorrowful tales to the sky
about wild orchids, dead before they bloom
about fallen seedless fruits.
about birds lost in smoke, birds losing their nests.
make her cry. make the sky shed her tears.
help the forest foster more leaves and grow
a greener green.
take me to the town’s waste
to the kitchens of the famished
to the veins of those shivering with loneliness
to the couple who’ve spent too long sharing
their backs with one another
please make me more humble.
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