Tame fire
As fire kisses the wood,
there is no mercy,
but the wood does it consume,
hoarsely or with gentility,
the wood blackens and does
not question the fire;
Indeed it does not question
the fire, of its authority
or strength or audacity
or why it overcomes its still being,
nor does it resist,
but with a quietness
it inhales the conquest,
and accepts the pastures of burns
as its being is rusted black,
it only crackles in endurance,
tears within
with an humble obligation,
and a silent confidence
and so the pride of the fire
diminishes with each exhaustion
of oxygen and breathe,
until
until it finally vanishes,
but, the wood remains,
no more wood perhaps,
but as ash
or charcoal, ready
for another fire. www.flixya.com
By Kakraba Afful
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