In a dream

I saw the Pueblo burning

from a cliff looking

dead ahead

the smoke blanketed the sky

blocking the sun

The Pueblo that stood for a thousand years

now bathed in amber flame

The hills all around, charcoal black

glistening with glowing embers

the main fire filled the air

full of sound and heat

the roar assaulted every sense

Every inch of my body

The “American Eden” is ablaze

and somewhere in all this

I knew what lit the match

I woke up angry

Title inspired by: “The Sound of Fire”, Montana State University library: Acoustic Atlas Blog posts. https://www.lib.montana.edu/acoustic-atlas/acoustic-atlas-blog/posts/the-sound-of-fire.html#:~:text=%E2%80%9CIt%20sounds%20kind%20of%20like,It’s%20just%20a%20roaring%20sound.%E2%80%9D

Rick Romancito, “Remembering Taos Pueblo’s Encebado Fire”, Taos News, Mar 15 2013. https://www.taosnews.com/tempo/remembering-taos-pueblos-encebado-fire/article_0bd08144-9e1f-59e0-a386-6cba7eaabacc.html