Phoenix

A Poem by Kharma Gentner

No smoking, eating or drinking

I didn't know where I was going;

made possible through the generosity of

instantly burning.

I hope I die

There's no one to impress.

Even when it gets hard

Let that sink in.

Fire control

Still lost?

Hear my voice.

Follow us

To live

Smile

Be a part of something greater

Us kids are waiting for you

Don't give up

In case of fire