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Fire

by Frank Blake

campfire of putrid waste
a half barrel of burning fuel and fertilizer
On the surface it’s the worst job
The most demeaning statement of your worth

But it’s also a pause from the war
a moment in quiet reflection
an inward journey to escape outward smells

does burning shit denote a clear lack of plan?
does it even make sense to do?

Probably not