... embers announce a newborn asfire beget fire:
on white-hot sheets of flame, a beast
with yellow eyes
twists on its umbilical cord
in strengthening winds.
It learns to graze.
The field, ablaze.
The monster's breath sears the sun
which turns blood-red.
Smoke chugs from its nostrils; I taste
its presence
bitter on my tongue, sharp like glass
deep in my lungs.
Igniting fear
as it draws near.
This is MY disaster, the
ongoing drought,
because I prayed the rain away.
It's my fault,
the devil parting burning grass
searching for me
as its next snack ...
must watch my back.
(c) 2006, Karla Dorman
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