Eaton

The wind blew ashes in my face

More of you is gone

What have I to replace you with?

Downwind, engulfed in a hectare,

Are you there,

Are you still breathing?

Everything is past me

Excruciating

But past me

Tell me please,

Is there something left,

More than a smoldering blanket

Or a smokescreen of apathy?

I cannot dig in when the mud slides

I cannot break ground

When all I hear is the inferno

Crashing over the next hillside

Burning my eyes

When it’s over let me know

Because I can’t keep fighting

The wind that throws

Away soot and ashes

Of a dream we let go of today

Tomorrow somehow

We wake up and rebuild