"What do we do with coal?" he asked
"We burn it," was the answer;
He had no idea
How true his words would be.
In other words, we use it
To create a spark that we then manipulate
We tell it to burn
What we want destroys
And it does
With just a little resistance.
It is a tool
A resource
A means to an end
And when we are done
We leave it there
Reduced to nothing but ash
Pale and fragile
Blown away by the wind
A shadow of what it once was.
The Girl on Fire, indeed.
