Wet Ashes
By Rob A King

Cinders tumble,
falling like snow-
reminisce of a love,
one that was
only a short time ago.

She holds her knees,
rocking,
rocking back and forth.
Tears mix with ashes,
mercy not forthcoming
from the King of the North.

Dolor eyes
turn white,
cinders mix with tears
as salt and sand on the shore.
The King takes her life,
muddy ashes become-
no more.