I Residenti Del Fuoco

J.G. Lupo
iPoetry
Published in
1 min readAug 22, 2022
Dozens of flame people dancing around the earth as they burn it, oil painting.
Created with DALL E.

We cannot rise on our own

We must be grazed by another;
A Force much greater than ourselves
And from which we will take
Until It is no more

We consume the life we surround
As spark turns flame turns fire
And our crowns turn a
Bleeding planet to Sun,
Extending to one another
Our furious limbs

Once we have touched every cloud
Every sea floor
Once the plants cease their cries
Cease their scores
We will choke and cough and gasp
So that in our finale is our climax
And our aflamed limbs reach past
Every Earthly layer of sky
For a spare breath

When space cedes no sigh
We shall wilt, as the
Leaves and flowers do,
Watching the great and dying light
Flicker and wither atop the
Tombless cemetery It has left,

And we shall lay
Until water, muddied, climbs from her buried
Reservoirs to the scorched surface
And the green regrows
And there comes another soul who
Allows us to breathe again

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