A single speck of ash
Created from strong but tired kindle
Who's ember would fade by the dampness of curses
And would shatter by the weight of iron and surmise
Everything.
A new flail to put out the weakened ember
This ash
Pulled by a gust of wind
Had a growing rot within
And as if fate had enough
It got pulled to the lake
Where the bodies of soaked relatives created the moon
Unmoving.
The corpses with ember that have long since washed away
No movement stirred
And as the dark waters looked for new prey
An untameable beast of curses and caps
Who would baste the air with it's own evaporated skin
Opened its mouth once more
To reveal the rows of serrated muskie
The ash gently landed on the lakes plate
Salted and seasoned
But rather than engulfing the weak ash
Or feeding it to the unknown
It shut its mouth
Only to wrap the ash with the comfort of insults
The lake gently starred
Creating a gentle breeze
And as the hammer fell from the ashes memory
A gentle fire ignited once more
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