The flames leapt up eagerly,
The reddish orange tongues of flame
Protruding out like that of a snake,
eager to feel the touch of cold flesh.
The hot air,
Propagating forward in a blast,
Impatient to wrap around
As we placed him on the trolley
for his final journey,
his moment of assimilation
back into the elements;
was it imagination playing on the mind
that made me see his lips stretch into a smile?
The smile that said it all-
Of his success,
In battles big and small,
For ninety years of his life.