Prescribed Burn at Aztec Springs

By Gregory Berg

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Not a watering can, a drip torch.
Same metal shape with balance in hand:
50/50 gas and diesel.
 
Slight tilt, fuel to wick, steady drizzling fire.
Benzene soaking leaf litter, roots, fungi.
Optimum conditions for the mosaic burn pattern.
 
Generations of nest, now kindling.
Little roasted voles, red sizzling berries,
smoke in the eyes of a lumbering dove.
 
Homes of bark and stem,
burrows of duff turned to ash.
 
Thirteen million square feet at Aztec Springs.
Six hours without refueling.
 
If the world were turned upside down,
rabbits would be falling into fire.