Fire

Like never in a moment, I fell to the flames. One death, two deaths, three deaths, more. No matter how high the numbers run, they'll only be ignored. And the ashes! Oh, those pity-pathetic remains! Even the wind will not touch them, those products of fleeting fame. Fire does not consume- how presumptious to say so. No, fire is a dancer, stepping on what it wishes to destroy. I am a dancer - or is that just a clever ploy?