Forest dies
The ash wasteland sighs
Forest fire’s nightmare still battering
The black muted pain gives off the odor of
death
I am reminded of the adage
One’s loss is another’s
Obvious gain
Jack Pine waits
The fire-worshipper
For its deity to open up cones
To free the seeds like Sequoia’s or
Manzanita’s
Only to confirm the adage that
One’s loss is another’s
Obvious gain
Mushroom clouds
Hover over ghost towns
Marauding aliens loot Baghdad
Dazed victim’s dead eyes vacantly search
everywhere
The Dove for their offspring
I find Mother Courage*
Counting gains
*Bertolt Brecht’s immortal
character in the play Mother Courage and Her Children who was blind to her loss
and expected to thrive in Wars
Posted
for Kerry’s hosting Sunday Mini-Challenge – Triquain @ Real Toads
&
Shared
with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
