From the fiery plunge
we resurface
mud people see us
we are the buried blessings.
I’m on the side of the dead
beneath the cracks
and dirty crevices that have
failed to cover our ascent.
Let’s disturb the prophecy
through this drought we climb
ferocious flames mock
your clean cold surfaces.
Memorials glisten
to self-serve their importance
we are the reminders
who burst through the ash.
We were never meant
to be on marble monuments
built to eradicate
your guilt.