Curse the Flames
When the hills blaze and ashes fall
mocking the snow.
When the city gaspes at the ruby beast
lashing and licking at its homes and towers.
When the soot-filled mucus
ingulfs my mouth.
When I can still feel the heat
just like a fever.
When the intense murderous thunder
collapses a home.
When the infesting natural element of the earth
bleeds a family red.
I curse the flames.
When my sweat streaked and soot smeared arms
carries a wide eyed child.
When a wife weeps at the bedside
thanking God for her husbands life.
When a blasting siren signifies
Rescue rather than need.
When the crackle of flames
is put to rest.
I no longer curse the flames, I thank God for the blessing.
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