.
I want to ash on the earth as it burns.
I want to breathe the aromatic smoke of centuries.
I want to feel it burning my eyes,
Filling my lungs.

I want to pretend I'm a butterfly
Gossamer gossamer
Flitting in the breeze and dancing
With the smoke trails.

I want to gasp in confusion
And listen
And hear the sounds of rage and sorrow
Gossamer gossamer
That ebb by.