Rarely do we revel in rubble
or frolic through remains of thorough destruction.
But there is something level
about being leveled. And reduced to nothing but
Something so cleansing about being
burned to the core.
Ashes birthed from kindled chaos
are transformed from bright hot color
to a quiet peaceful gray.
The seduction of a beautiful fire
leaves little room for admiration of its bland casualties.
Or acknowledgment of their incredible importance
in the cycle of sterile rebirth and