Wildfire Of California

Wildfire Of California
© Surazeus
2018 11 12

The yellow butterfly flutters alone
among blue flowers that bloom on the low hill
where horses graze as wind ruffles their tails
beside deep lake of infinite desire.

Wildfire of California rages hot,
blasting thousands of million-dollar mansions
to swirls of ash that veil meadows of flowers
in gray silence of invisible faith.

The boy under the fruit tree on the hill
paints picture of butterflies over flowers,
including cloud of ash on far horizon
that glows scarlet as mute horror of death.

The girl wearing long white robe and gauze flaps
shaped like swan wings angels from heaven wear
glides slowly among flowers while three men
film her twirling in gusts of angry wind.

Face blackened by soot from hot roaring flames,
the fireman approaches twenty four cars
scorched to frail skeletons of rusty metal
and stares at skeletons who pray to God.

Still wearing slender jacket and short skirt,
the journalist waits while makeup artist paints
mask of beauty, then raises microphone
and explains live that eighty people died.

Strolling among pines by the gushing river,
the man and woman smile as they snap selfies,
then post photos on social media sites
with inspirational quotes from zen masters.

Staring numb at the flashing neon sign
of the grocery store, the insurance agent
smiles wryly that his daughter laughed amused
when he described the rain as miserable.

Bowing her head in basement of the school
with thirty children, the school teacher prays
for God to protect them from the fierce wildfire
that burns them to death as they scream in pain.