Monday, January 14, 2008

Wildfire

the burned land ravaged, a cruel brown with
definite charrings at each crackled tree's
base--blacker than the rest, like a
dry fiery watering, when the
roots are soaked up to their surfaces,
the ground around these dark
demarcations
a splotchy uneven crispness,
each square foot its own personality,
its own courage and tolerance.

such ethical cleansings are needed, says the
park ranger, so that new life may
begin.

scanning, brow-shadowed, the
emptied map of non-surfaces, I
wonder if the seedlings know
through what carnage they come.

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