Anything Too Green

Before nightfall, gather wood
for, at the very least,
a rip-roarin’ fire
that will last through daybreak.

No sense in freezing
if we still have blood
flowing through our veins.

Just don’t get anything too green,
or the smoke will howl
with the dying breaths
of those we burn tonight.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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