an ode to the giant sequoias, who need fire to reproduce
I would
run but
I am
a forest
so I wait
while long-
tongued flames
lick lost leaves.
I seal seeds
in resin
to melt
with heat
so after
I am
a burnt husk
new pines
that have lain
dormant for decades
will sprout
through ash.
*
I would
run but
I am
a planet
so I wait
while ants
tunnel & monkeys
build rockets
& fall in love
& everything
burns but
not everything
is lost.
Crown of Flames is a previously published piece. It appears in Dear Human (a climate anthology) and has been set to music for choir by my friend & composer Saunder Choi (performance link here) if you wish to engage further.
