Degraded to ashes
books and papers and couches and dog bowls and pillows and stairways and blankets and cabinets and carpet and shower body wash and curtains and hand soap and bleach and welcome mats and fabric softener and coasters and plaster and dry-wall and
so many memories that you swear don’t have a tangible side, too.
Fire licks uncontrollably, greedy and burning and thoughtless,
selfish for its fuel,
Snatches what it can and carries on, not even communicating with the smoke it lets plunder those calm, cerulean skies.
For fire is reliant upon man.
And man is unreliable.