Arsonists

The corpse wind

Stings his eyes

His acidic tears

Shovel holes in his skin.

Black smoke

Curls out of his pores

Burnt air

Vapourises his throat

Vapour burnt to ash

There is nothing left to burn

Yet he tries to breathe

He tries different chemical reactions.

Even though all his plants burnt

He grew more in the soil

That could photosynthesise

And extinguish the burnt air.

Rainbows

Water drips
Through light that drowns the air
All the colours breathe apart
Every colour sees water and light
In a different shade.

Even light can drip through water,
But only if it refracts.

Melt Right Now

The silent blue air

Tints the icy leaves

Glass painted tones of green

The bark stands like frozen cocoa

Its breath smells like mint chocolate.

The sound

Of the chainsaw

Shivered the tree

The heat screamed out its tears.

The man who holds the chainsaw

Metallic ice glazes his eyes

He cannot see the tree's screams

His eyes cannot melt at low temperatures.