It is the job
of the wildfire
to crave ignition,
to seek more fuel,
to turn at the whim
of the wind.
The wildfire’s job
is to burn
whatever it meets,
to incite it to flame,
to not care what it chars
how it ashes.
I want to not see it
as it leaps and claims,
want to not smell it
as it fills my lungs,
becomes me,
want to not notice
the part of me
ready to burn.