Campfires

The fire casts
its spooky glow
upon the two
-young and dumb
groping hands
and blank thought
one thing
and that only
out of desire
black eyes
a torn sweater
doom and gloom
foreshadows
all that transpires
and the small stuff
in between
Death and Dying
The fire burns dull
and the children are
Gone
ashes and grey woods
blink black
and the air laughs