Daily Poem # 4 – Fire and Seed

Empty smell

I sit among it

Wholesome well

Leaves are scattered lit

By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks

There was once a water wheel

In this place by the rusted tracks

Fire and seed

They carried forth what survived of generations

Supplied each need

To those who through wit and luck kept their station

But here

In wholesome depths

Tears draw near

Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell

Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell

Why do I sit here with the power to spell

When I disappear

Will I meet the million voices

Who dwell here

Amongst fates fickle choices

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