Anita Mechler: Carbon Ashes

They make shadows like small spiders skittering across the ground.

They fall lightly

without a sound.

The old timers tell me there was a time

When you could see the sun.

So bright and full and round

There was danger of burning your eyes looking at it too long.

I can’t imagine this in a world I have only known

So solid that nothing grows

There is no hope or laughter.

Only our eyes, noses, mouths

Filling with these carbon ashes.

indonesia-riau-fire-2 (photo credit)

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