I remember seeing the napalm fall.

Rushing through the brush and into the dark forest

Became my only reason in life if

I didn't want it to end.

My bare feet clamored over the

Moss covered rocks and the muck water

Splashed up and the iciness of it singed

My legs.

Without planning it, I slip and fall face

First into thistle and burrs

By putting my hand onto the sharpest

Thorn, I push myself back onto my feet and

Into my stride.

The roar of their engines echoed

Through the nearly dead leafs on the branches

Making them rain down onto my back.

I don’t hesitate when I leap onto that

Foxhole and pull the blanket they gave me over

My head to protect me from the fire.

Even though they do not touch the earth,

It shakes beneath me.

I pull the ends of the blanket underneath me

Completely protected by the covers

Shielded by gods wrath.

The heat of the blanket is overcome

By the napalm you drop on my head

And in the darkest part of the

Forest, that is soonly

The most lit part of the forest.

The fires grew bigger and angrier as it

Soon realized that it’s hottest flames could not

Breach the ends of my covers.

The foxes beneath me scream in terror

But do not dare claw or bite

The one thing protecting their kin.

I shut my eyes and drift

Off into a deep slumber. I will never be

Able to explain how I ignored the sounds of the end times

Happening around me and the tireless screams

Of the innocent dying because of me.

Just because I wanted to live.

When I awoke, there was no heat or

Flames or noise.

Once I remove the covers and get to my feet,

I see the butchered and disfigured remains of

mother earth.

The once mighty and tall trees that stooped over me

Had burnt to the size of a tooth pick

And the once mossy rocks are nothing more

Than charged pebbles near a small dried up

Water bed.

I stand on dimly lit coals

And wiggle my toes in them like sand.

The mother fox pops her head out from the

Hole and looks in horror of what happened

To her neighborhood.

The roar of their engines

Can no longer be heard and the ground does

not shake for they are miles and miles away

By now.

They will not look back or even think

About the destruction

Of this once populated forest.

It’s only residence stands besides me

In the form of a little fox and her kin

But shortly enough

They will perish since there is nothing

To eat

Or drink

Unsure what else to do

I run.

I leave the fox and her family,

My feet crush the remains

of creatures that exists without a form

and without looking back,