Fireweed spears
flesh pink as toddler cheeks
Scattershot steeples
amidst blackened blisters
of bark and bones
where pitchforks of hellfire
tongued trees
licked limbs
gorged on wild hearts and sleeping souls
ravaging millenia of life
slash and burn of nurture
Fireweed spears
cradle pink
flames of fragile hope
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Jacqueline