Everything Burns

What am I doing? Standing here 
in the driest, cracked land that hasn't felt 
water in months.  I breathe in red dust and choke 
it out, blink it from my eyes in reddish tears. 
Everything snaps when you walk on it, 
including me, and I throw a match just to hear 
the crackling, to feel the burn of every smoky 
breath that seers my throat, to taste the soot 
of angry regret.  Everything burns.