In the afterglow
Of all things dead and dying
I feel the hunger of a lighted pyre
Devouring all that was
Till there’s no more.
I’m the scream that tore the skies
At the altar of the terrible one.
I’m the ash flying in your face.
I’m the terrible one
Scouring the bowels of the earth
Birthing a thousand living things
Squelching flesh and blood.
I’m in you and you and you.
Flecks of recognition.
Start of a wildfire.
Do not fear me.
I will dwell in all things passing,
Raging, burning, flying
Till there’s nothing