fire

licking quick fingers.
the blue and orange dancing.
the warmth of my hearth.

banging drums on walls.
distance makes for good neighbors.
never mind fences.

the move to a view.
imagine beyond the smog.
blue oceans and sun?

in the empty hole
there once was a blazing soul.
ashes to ashes.

drowning amongst the
unwashed mass of ohs and ones.
dreaming digital.

the hand wet with blood
knows not of human kindness.
the stain lingers on.