Pillars of smoke
raining their ash
down onto the Earth
to start over again
reborn through the fire
gilded by each scar
we walk through a darkened world
our skin covered in ashes
our eyes half-blind
within the swirling cataclysm
we salt the Earth
start anew
and rise
again
again
again
into new light
and soft flames
a fire banked against the day
chasing our triumph – Caroline A. Slee