Flame Gets The Blame Poem by Brian Rihlmann

They are puzzled
when one snaps
after they have bent him
back and forth
like a twig,
held together
by a string.

Dumbfounded,
when one falls,
after they have shoved him
to the edge,
and with pursed lips,
blown,
as though starting a fire.

And if instead of falling,
he does burst into flame,
and consumes them,
where do their
gusting breaths end
and his fire begin?

The answer
as undefined
as the edges
of those fiery tongues,
crackling and licking
at the smoke filled air,
and as silent
as ashes.