The Fire

One would assume that the burning

could and would Never ever cease

To constantly lay fuel upon her

Aroma and taste licked up into gases

All to provide the energy transference

That we all routinely seek

However, imagine, if you will

A fire that is constantly doused

And then it dries and is lit again

Eventually, the fuel is ruined

And the pit is mud

Not a person would come by to it

Some can be extinguished forever

Because they are finite and quenchable

However, most of the time they die out

Without cooking the meal to completion

And the only thing you leave the site with

Was that sting of smoke in your eye

With clothes immediately in the wash

And the cow tree spread open of rot

Ready for the future planting crops

And a fresh hole for dirt

To burn away the wheat again