men of fire

Men of fire, men of steam
hissing through the fields of dream,
born from embers unremembered
leapt from the hearth of dead December –
Kin of fire, folk of flame,
for all they burn there is no blame,
flesh, wood, stream, stone,
rasp the world down to the bone
and when all is dead and gray
only then they fade away.

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