The Fire

The tinder sparks then spreads the flame

Until it’s glowing proud again.

Then one by one they gather round,

Bringing chairs and sitting down

To share a smoke by fire’s light,

Alive and well for one more night.

 

With quiet voices, carried low,

They share the stories that they all know

Of men – of friends – who’ve left behind

Just memories, to pass the time

‘Til word comes down, a mission’s up.

They douse the flame with half-full cups

And watch the embers die.