Salt Line

Is that all?

I rest in the fire tower,

calling in the fires from afar.

One day, I think you’ll miss me—

when I no longer call the flames

from your home.

Cherry cola,

and a light in my hand,

with my brothers and sisters

laughing,

calling in the fun.

You can always come—

but you never do.

I left the world

for a little piece of heaven,

while you still see yourself

as special.

I chased the smoke

to a foreign land,

across the country,

and there you’ll find me—

in my tower,

calling in the fire

to save you

from your own demise.