Ashes

Crackling pops, the flickering brights.

Smokey inhales, and warmth in the night.

We gather to watch the city fall.

The end of days, 

now new to us all. 

The pictures in wallets, 

and jewelry trinkets.

The clothes on our backs, 

and all that we thinketh. 

It's all that does remain.

The strolls on memory's lane.

No time for mere pondering,

this world is anew.

This journey will be work,

and that I can do.

Like Mighty John Henry,

I'm built for this job.

Like Harriet Tubman,

I'll work till' I nod. 

Those ashes are fresh in the air.

The smoldering reds in the glare.

That bird, the Phoenix...

Yes, the one from the myths... 

It dies, and arises from Death.

The ashes are all that are left.

The dependence on wires and tubes,

and the rest,

won't help us create a new world 

from our best.

We'll work this land daily,

and tend to this Earth.

This Opportunity has given us birth.

For now, let's observe this whole city burn down.

We'll start this tomorrow.

Let's remember for now.