The Aftermath of a Blaze
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In the aftermath of a blaze,
only the ashes are left--
Remnants of a thick haze
scattered and bereft
What way do the winds blow?
--to the furthest Earthly corners,
lands of sand and lands of snow
spreading particles like cremation mourners
The currents bear them away,
gently floating--then in a swirling frenzy,
along the path where none can stray
Led by a Cruel Mistress of hatred and envy
And the bits and pieces,
all the odds and ends,
Grow further apart as the time increases
Unfamiliar strangers, friends
This poem is about:
Me
My family