A Ash(cz this is not your regular grammatical error)

A fire burns the paper

Paper pulped from the tree

Tree chopped into wood

Wood dropped in the fireplace

Warm, cozy grandma stiches and knits

The cold, soft wool into the warm breath.

 

Smoke arising from the buildings

Throws away the ashes of paper

Imprinted with words

Words or the soul?

They all cry.

 

My glasses are grim

With the soot from this city

Motor engines hooting smoke

Burn in ecstasy at the fire

 

Fire catches my dress

Dress knitted from yarn

Yarn from a slaughtered animal

The animal within me or the soul?

They all cry.

 

My bed is strewn with ashes

Ashes from men smoking

Ashes of burnt bodies

Ashes from the fireplace

 

Yet on a cold and clear night

And a stormy rainy night

I like to smoke a cigar

And watch the ashes fall off.

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