ASHES

Ashes

I sat cross legged in a pile of dust, ash and rubble. Any remaining item of value had been taken. Every structure and achievement had been stressed beyond its capacity and crushed. Every item of sentiment burned.

I could not see them; they could see me, and they watched. Hands covered in soot, I played amongst my own ash creating piles and designs with the destruction: an undeniable masterpiece.

These were the people I performed for. Their ignorance blind to the beauty of my existence, they stared. They were captivated.

I was making art; they were watching trains crash.