The flames flicker and dance,
My heart snickers and glances,
To the right, my dead father, burnt and suffering,
To my left, the body of my mother, hurt and feeling nothing.
Brother is dead, too, but I fashioned his ashes into a man, hoping somebody would know it was him19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3ERh1JcHE
