Poor thing.

Don’t cry for me

Or take a page from my book

On what

Not

To do.

You may gaze,

Say a word of blessing,

Tsk,

for the shame of it all.

Saddened, friend.

I’m the one who grieves

For the startled hearts

That witness

The decimated ruins

And run in the opposite

Direction.

Wait a little longer

For the fluttering lids

And burst of flame.

You have no idea

How much closer you are

To life

When you fling your arms open

And embrace

Death.