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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