SMOKE

The sky is swimming with smoke.

As I flee,

The Earth screams in agony.

I fall to the ground, and

My guttural cries fight through my throat,

As I crouch upon Earth’s body.

I do not know how to help the helpless.

I do not know how to save what is already lost.

My fists pound the grass,

But I check myself

And realise that

I am the problem.

You are the problem.

We are the problem.

My breath comes in gasps and I

Breathe the same air as the Earth

And I choke

In smoky sorrow

And in grief.

The sky is drowning in smoke.