Men in Fire

Holly McClure 

I hope those dastardly men live long lives, Long 

enough to view the world they ruined, burning, 

Smothering them in smoldering smoke, Taking 

away their voice and breath 

As they did to so many women. 

Women who gave everything to them 

In promise, he'd make her world flourish 

Only to be the one who made it wilt. 

A once beautiful flower, dead, composted into soil. 

The mud which these men trudge through, The 

very dirt where these women stay buried. The 

place where men walk over them 

Day by day, night by night, 

A cyclical disregard for their contributions To 

the beautiful earth the men continue to burn.