Lord.

The woods are burning, lord.
They burn like that tree that time.
But now lord, oh now they don’t
Hear us. Lord, why don’t they hear?
The trees are falling, lord.
They tumble like pillars,
Like statues, figures once great that
Are now little but snapped
Charred and grizzled wood
That seem to serve no purpose
But to block, obstruct the development of
Things new.
Lord, my lord, my lord of old, lord –
Why don’t they see us?
Why do they move us like we are nothing
But ashes in the wind?
Why do they blow us away
With a single puff of air, lord,
Like we were nothing
So grand as we believed we were, lord –
Why?
Lord, were we nothing?
Lord, are we but the dust we
Condemned people back to?
Lord? Lord, my lord, my saviour
Who saved me from,
From what, lord?
What you told me?
My sin that I was born with because
You could not allow me to be innocent?
Lord, what is that?

Lord, you remember that tree, yes?
That tree which you spoke through, yes?
And lord, are you those burning trees, lord?
Is that your message there?
Shall I run to them, lord?
Shall I run to the flames to be nearer you?
Well the trees are still burning,
And the ash still falling,
So I will, lord,
I will for you.

But lord, it burns!
Oh my lord, my god!My skin blisters!
And it hurts to draw breath, lord!
Lord – why did you send me here?
Oh lord, I breathe not!
Lord, I cannot see!
I shall follow the tongue of flames then –
But lord! The smoke is too thick,
Like hands scratching at my throat –
Oh lord they suffocate me!
Why did you not stop me?
Oh I am so ulcered.
Oh see my skin ripple and stretch, like it is to burst –
No I can’t either, lord, I cannot see but I’m sure it’s there.
I think your light is blinding,
I think it always was.

But what’s this lord?
What is this dimming?
Oh yes you are muting your flames, lord.
Oh then I have served you well, yes?
Oh this is comforting!
I shall pray on my knees then.
Well fall, well more like dragged
Down by those malicious, grey gnarled hands, ? Are you there?
Well I did what you asked, lord.
Is this my reward?
Oh it is so dark lord,
And the air has gone.
The warmth of the flames has gone, lord.
Oh it is so cold.

Why is it so dark, lord?
I cannot hear the roar of your flames now –
Nothing speaks.
Oh this silence,
This solitude.
You are there, lord,
You hear my cries, no?

Shallow panting; I breathe then, lord!
No, I blew but once.
Oh my pale frail breath has
Blown away the ashes, the remnants that were you.
Oh, you are gone.

And I am alone now.
And I die now.
You led me to a deluded death, lord.
But through this choking smoke
I see.
I see what others see,Through you.
Blow past you.
Now I am the ashes.
I return to the darkness I was sporned from.
The void, lord,
You are an empty ’s my reward? - I, the faithful?
Oh you bastard, you deceitful
Lying, - Lord?