In the wake of laughing flame
Winding through the ash
Embers watched him as he came
And then took out the trash
She knew only swathes of fire
Something tinny in her ears
Scented tears of hurt and pain
Saw him laugh and feed their fears
She lay on timber, gave a sigh
Watched the boy with shaded eyes
Let them take the boy away
And teach him all for naught was wise
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