The End’s Understanding


As the fire whips and burns
The air flows all around
And the tornado of sparks churns.
If you look closely, then he learns
The importance of what was found
As the fire whips and burns.
Now the freshness shifts and turns
A blood-red tip on the hot, fiery mound
And the tornado of sparks churns.
This wave consumes everything like stale ferns,
Earth’s roots and life tries to bound,
As the fire whips and burns.
The ashes overflow the now dark urns,
And this deathly, black powder smothers the ground
And the tornado of sparks churns.
This is the memoir on the sterns
And on the voyage, he understands what he found
As the fire whips and burns
And the tornado of sparks churns.

"This will certify that the above work is completely original."
Alex Chiaramonte