A tender rain wanders down
on a day when fires burn
elsewhere, elsewhere—
for now.
Ashes float on smoky wind
over houses that no longer
exist, over crisp bodies
and their pets.
Fires rage, all destroyed
except profits of oil and
gas. Executives, share-
holders smile.
Politicians pocket checks
vote as rich pals desire.
Storms rage, tornadoes churn
Trees turn torches.
Has common sense left
the room? Are kindness,
empathy burned and gone?
No profits there.
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