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Pyre – Poetry

Posted: November 27, 2017 in Poetry, writing
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Pyre

by Jason Baki

 

Fight over ashes.

From which pyre are they borne?

What of its nature. Do you know?

Worthy of its ruin, perhaps?

Perhaps not.

Stories folk tell are a vapour.

Inhale.

Smoke signals (mis)read; divined like entrails – just as red.

Neither will you see where the green breaks.

 

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