Fighting Fire With Fire

Hand typed on to recycled sturdy card stock:

Poem text:

Let my anger be a controlled burn

a hedge of protection not wanton destruction

removing the debris without touching the roots

let it stay precise a blaze like a blade

clearing a space

or all that wants to live

I do not crave to scorch the earth

it has been scorched enough

instead I will preserve the seedling & sprout

standing at the edge of what I love

and say: no further not on my watch.