"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.