Don’t take me for a spark.

I’m a fireball running in slow motion

waiting for a fast wind.

If you cross my way,

I’ll burn you.

I will take down

these paper trees you built

in front of me.

Destroy the world

you believe in.

Test me.

Try me.

 

I can erupt like a volcano,

hibernating with its face

looking down.

Spitting fire from my pores,

My skin will turn into

a black coal.

I will write History 

wherever I go.