Unlike Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Unlike

I, unlike most others,
Speak with the fire…

I speak with the wood,
I speak with flames.

I look at the colors,
Smoky, yellow, red.

I watch the sparkles,
And speak with ashes.

I feel and empathize,
With burning branches.

I cry for charcoal,
Taking its last breath.

I extend my hands but,
Not only to warm up.

I start to talk with,
The skies, in anger.

Why the hell?
Why the hell?
Why the hell?

Then I join Mother Earth,
Together shed tears:
'Why the hell? '
'Why the hell? '
'Why the hell? '

Why burn and destroy?
Why so much selfishness?

Why burn and destroy?
Why so much selfishness?
Why the hell?
Why the hell?