FIRE
In the beginning,
it was a wildfire.
The first humans
to witness fire on Earth
could not bear
just to watch.
There was no word
for fire yet.
It illuminated the night
and roasted the flesh of beasts.
When I began writing poetry,
books were burning.
Lightning struck,
and flames spread.
As I watched,
I felt the urge
to kindle fire myself.
There was no word
for poetry yet.
I could walk outside at night,
beasts grew fearful
and no longer
approached me.
Copyright © Shinsaku Ashida | Year Posted 2025
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