Poetry · Writing

Sacred Ash

If I take away anything,

I can speak from the heart.

Watched it burn down to the end

and let the hose fall.

They said no one was left inside.

Truly left burned

we said quiet prayers

until the end was the beginning.

We never had a chance to clear the air,

before beating flames

and sacred ashes.

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