Dune Fire

The brighter you burn
The faster you turn into cinder
Splintering ash
The fact your core still smoulders boldly
Though it’s now 20 fractions shattered and smashed
Doesn’t mean it can burn on hope alone
You’ll choke as carbon dwindles
Not on smoke but hollow hunger, wondering
Who’s gonna bring you tinder 
Dwindled supplies of maple and oak
means feeding times high in pine
If you find it dry, then, a hearth spitting roke but full’s 
better than 
burning out cold 
under unlit skies.
So I’ll take whatever you’ve got to burn
To get one more piece of the world’s turning 
It’s too cold to keep low and slow 

So splintering ash am I.