by L.M. Browning, from the forthcoming collection, Drive Through the Night

 

 

Dancing with the dust devils

across the land of dazzling desolation

I seize freedom by unearthing

the beauty in the vanishing

nature of all that is vital.

 

Knowing that I will survive

the death of all I hold dear,

and howl upon the alter

     as the pyre burns,

     the soul churns,

     and the body yearns

for what is now ash.

 

 

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