Pyromaniacs - a poem

As the animals were burning they thought they'd talk about burning human beings
as if human beings burning was anything new for them to go through, as if animals
as well as human beings weren't burning all along, but let's assume for a moment
that the animal is separate from the being of the human, and assumptions of this sort
don't do a lot for the cause at hand, because whether its with climate changes, or if burning

is brought on by changes in climate, and heat, and drought, and forests burn down
just as they did in California not too long ago, just as right now, not too long ago
they are/were in Australia too burning. But human beings in California or Australia,
or refugees in Syria, or Iran, or Iraq, or men chopped up with buzz saws and chainsaws,
and how metal might burn flesh in frictions against skin, and as animals burn on grills
and get consumed in burning consuming acids in belly's and human being sizzle and smoke

on sides of roads, grown adults, or young fresh meat, ages zero to a one-hundred eleven,
just the smell is flesh of animals, and our meat might mesquite rather nicely, but we like to burn,
play with fire, big booms, or little flames, and decimate flesh, and all that isn't flesh like grasslands,
and forest, and trees, the bush or canopy, on fire, and the burning bush god spoke to Moses, and said oh holy Moses what are we doing with this world when he glanced through crystals into
future moments, of charred remains, and if the meat is rotting toss it out, but if the meat

was not made for consumption what are we doing burning the flesh of each other, smoke expelling
from handguns, and demanding refunds for movies depicting burning, and burning onto our retinas
images of fiery explosions, and glorifying our brutish bullied strength on the rest of the world
america willing above god so it seems, and blood and guts, and fire, and burning of rage and passions
of cycles that won't stop, and us responsible for office seat of highest part, and animals burning
all of us the animals burning within, without, and not sure where we left our water in plastic bottles, probably near a graying coral reef, it would seem, it would seem.