Embers and ash
Swirl in the early fall winds
Where the cabin used to stand
Dented propane tank hunches wretchedly
By careless ATV
Would almost seem phantom driven
If they looked hard enough
Ceiling sits atop blackened floorboard and dirt
Only the falling leaves
And old tree branches
Could ever know the whole truth
Of how the scorched young man met his end
Against the wall of that old trapper abode
Of how the gas ignited and lit up
The late summer sky
The fire blew its smoky winds straight up
Against the trees that swayed away from it
But were not fully able to escape
It burned harder and faster
Than logic would have allowed
But only the creatures that inhabit this place
Had any curiosity as to it now
And the graves it held below were overlooked
As was the garden the traveler had planted
Without so much as a snapping branch below his feet
The traveler disappeared into the ether again