If we knew would be anything but damp

https://www.electric-pink.org/poetry/if-we-knew-would-we-be-anything-but-damp

We thought our world would flare. Not
burn. But water isn’t often where we need
it. We dreamed of flight/plucked fragile wings
from flying things. We punctured space and left our
Trash. From outside earth is too bright to look at. Is
that why we burned it? There’s nothing more
flammable than human ambition. We
torched little kids like they were
sparklers. If we knew would
we be anything but
damp? Sprinkle us
over the burning.
Soothe this
blistered
world

By Eirene Gentle

Eirene Gentle is a writer of little lit, poetry and essays.