Prescribed by the forestry,
hundreds of square acres
smolder.
__________The smoke
rises and drifts to the South.
Sweat on his brow,
a man bows to the ditch
before him.
_____Flames, orange and wild,
lick the brush.
__________He feels a rush
of blood to his head.
His partner stares,
inferno-led,
_____fixed on a dead
squirrel not five yards
away.
_____The men stay
at a temporary camp.
Tonight they will rest,
but for now the sun
sparks in the sky,
_____a white-hot
__________arc lamp.
Black scraps run up --
_____ashes of burnt prayers --
__________to heaven.
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