WandeRoseD

In the peace of green
and behind painted fences,
smoke of distant fires
brings a coat of soot and ash.
Fueled by acts and broken bodies;
Souls turned flame, turned choking smog
under a splintered sky.
Righteous streets howl and crumble
beneath shouldered plows
turning fresh furrowed
evidence –
testifying to a past grown and painted over ten thousand times.
Layer upon layer of fire and graves, seen in new light.