I guess this sums up why I’m here.


There stands in the forest

A woman

Bare footed on the pine needle floor

Dressed by you in a shroud

For her own pyre
She holds in her hand a staff of fire

A great bough,

Is the forest safe?

Are you?

Is she here to illuminate

or destroy?

And is there any difference?


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