The Aftermath of a Blaze


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: 
My family


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