Wildfire Poem by Tony Best

It is a known truth
perhaps the only truth
that Nature fights

but one war
one eternal war
one foe
that further to understand

this
is to understand the world
every world
Nature has but one enemy

and that is imbalance
This fire
that will not be denied
these flames scuttling

towards the shoreline
have two meanings
Do you not understand these
meanings

It is a shearing
an irreversible act of severance
Let us rub the

cloying ash
along our remaining hair
massaging it deep
into our pate

Within a few days
the rest of our hair
will fall away
leaving us bald