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The world burns without me.

The firemen are on strike
because they are not thanked often enough
for their sacrifice.
The best friends of your childhood
become the worst enemies of your maturity.
Bruno felt the coming of the flames
that are now arrived.

As a kid, I got along well with clouds
and loved the sea.
Now the water fuels the fire.
“Only you can prevent...”
But you can't. You can't.
The world burns without you.

The scientists are on strike
because everyone was too busy
making love and money
to listen to them.
Now they are down at the bar
with the firemen, drinking
the last of the cold beer and
comparing sacrifices they have made
in the face of ingratitude,
saying “Let the dead burn
on their pyres without us.”

But you can't. You can't.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.