Efi Hatzimanolis #3 'The Burnt Ones'

With bits of the sky,
a bridge of charcoal, 
the burnt ones 
are falling off air 
into air

We'll give them
an ocean
in which to fall;
We’ll give them a sea,
clear and calm,
in which to sink;
a landless and limitless
expanse of water
free to tumble into;
without so much as a 
plop.