The land is hot
When the fire came
It rolled through houses
Over people
Blew up cars
The flames consumed everything
Old photos, deeds, dishes, refrigerators
The only thing it leaves is memories
But even those are covered in dust
Why is everything gone
What does it mean
Who are we now
When what’s left are piles pushed around by tractors
Loaded into trash trucks
Who are we now
When we walk aways from the flames and have to begin to live again.

© 2017 Luna Lacey