One Wretched Day
By Sifat P
Before the woods
Bestowed their lives to the flames.
Koalas, dining tranquilly,
Kangaroos sprang across the plains
High above, the sky mutated grey.
Flames bartered nature into a virtuous prey.
Crackling, fizzing, popping, blazing,
The firestorm was enthroned.
It was, queen.
Ash, its ignoble heir
From peppermint to wattle,
Every single one of them,
Stripped bare.
Fiery fumes from the flames flew,
Smothering hot, boiling gale blew.
The fire was a furnace,
Burning and burning till the last beat.
Now was the time to feel
The passing away land,
Bare feet.