Fire & Metal
Destroy the bridge after you’ve crossed it.
The warlord grasped his banner
Brandishing his axe high,
Like a blazing fire
Which no one can restrain.
The three-shooted root
Had nowhere to grow.
This is a harsh combination.
The poem tells of a warlord
who, by his actions, brings destruction –
so much so that the crops cannot be planted
because the land has been wasted.
It may be neccessary to let go of all that has been,
as the proverb says.
Or, you should take care because forces stronger than you are at work.
Tread with caution and mindfulness.
©Loes Raaphorst 10/2005