somewhere is always burning

A city turns to powder

in the palm of my hand.

I zoom in on the crater.

I zoom out when it's people.

I can make it quiet when I want to.

They can't.

Somewhere is always burning

and I am always safe.

I watch it through my fingers.

It burns on either way.

A man digs with bare hands

for a voice he knows by heart.

Blood dries darker in the dust.

The dust gets in the milk teeth.

The appeal rounds up its dead

to the nearest thousand.

Somewhere is always burning

and my hands are always clean.

I give what I can spare

and sleep in my whole skin.

A ceasefire got announced.

The fire never signed.

Somewhere is always burning.

Nowhere is far enough.

Smoke crosses every border.

It is in our lungs already.

That's us.