Yosemite Ablaze, Many Days, Lotsa Haze... Poem by Chuy Amante

and the firemen we praise
with big paychecks

$35 at the gate
it's the public's rate,
the owners of Park are who?

the skies are full of mysterious spray
to earth they head and lay
and KILL our trees, now millions
Then, the flames begin, the earth is singed
now the trees are gone
beetles they declare
no rain in the air
and the Barium/strontium/aluminium falls
like fairy dust
relentlessly
poisoning

who starts the flames
who disregards what it claims?

nefarious is the occurrence