The Coldness Of Indifference Poem by RIC BASTASA

i watch a bonfire
it spreads upon a bush
into the forest of
dry trees

i watch a conflagration
i am inside it
i am burning and burning
still

i am not consumed
i am fire
i eat the forest of dry trees
i spread in the bush

until all is consumed
and then i stop
i am back to myself
nothing really happened

then we resume the conversation
about fire
you speak about it
your heart is not involved

you never felt any heat
i know because you are cold
there is no heat in you
you, in a few minutes, die.