Fire is your friend.
And it would seem so
When casually passed from match to wick
A touch,
Ignited burst
That soon weakens
Forms a blue core with black, yellow and white ambience
And smoothly flares back up again.
The match in your thumb and forefinger
Chars quickly
Towards your fingertips
Not so friendly as it touches them
As you feel its hunger satisfied
In your fragile skin
But don't fear it-
Fire is your friend.
Yes, it may destruct
Bring skyscrapers to their knees
And newborns to their graves
It may devour memories as if it never cared.
But it does, really.
Sincerely.
Fire is your friend.
It is an equalizer-
Visits the rich and the poor,
Knocks on the door,
Breaks it down
And forces its way in
And both the elite and the desolate are all left with
Equally nothing to their name but incinerated ground
Beneath their equally unstable feet.
See? Not so bad.
It's kind, fire.
Fire is your friend.