We Looked to Be On Fire, By Aimee LaFon

Setting our paces at a day job 
Undeserving of the lighter things
And unhopeful of something more. 

We looked to be on fire, falling from the sky
Like meteors or space trash crashing in appalling flight. 

Take away the purposes, slip down out of your suit, 
And what’s left is something that does not propose to see. 

When you looked, were we on fire? Burning
With something unknown to us? Seething with rage

About a world we already lost?