The Fire Forest

Once when metal walked above the city

A dark tree was my shade from molten hail

Leaves of tungsten, trunk of iron

I cannot remember how long I lingered

But I do remember the rising heat

Like a whipped horse’s foam fringed breath

Hot on my neck like a warning

“Do not look beyond the leaves,” it urged.

“You will most certainly get burned out here,

out herewhere fire reigns and the fragility of flesh is consumed.”

As the sparks flew, and the red eyes of the enforcement drone pierced through leaf and branch

I thought

Let me go into the fire forest

And if I go no longer I will return

But something forged

In my stead

will rise.

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