I stare at the mess before me
Both figuratively and literally.
I did what had to be done.
Peeling my eyes of the ashes is no easy task
My heart is still thundering like a storm of racehorses.
I worry that its speed will break the sound barrier.
The world around me is blackened.
Only an empty husk of its former self.
Empty of all pain and sorrow.
Leaving only the ashes of new life.
Is it bad I wonder?
Bad to return Earth to its natural state?
“We must destroy to rebuild,” is left on my tongue.
It tingles there waiting.
It is lost as time catches me like a fly in honey.
Here come black and white bees.
With lights taped haphazardly on their backs.
Screaming at me they push me down.
My cheek rubs against the pavement.
I am as empty as the shell of a house,
As they arrest me for arson.