Called into Question

It started when the trees were set on fire.

It wasn’t me!

I’m NOT a liar.

We gathered round to

smoke a little

joke a little

And then one of us said

it’d be funny if

we led a little seance...

something to shake it up

a bit.

So we lit some branches and murmured

ominous words,

exchanged glances

to see who was spooked.

The chance to run?

A strong desire.

It wasn’t me!

I’m NOT a liar.

But someone threw theirs

to the ground and

ran.

The smoldered ash

fanned out,

kindled

with dead leaves.

We tried

to get ahead of it! Put it out!

But it conspired

into a full on flame.

It wasn’t me!

I’m NOT a liar.

And we ran

in the footsteps

of someone who already

seemed to sense

a consequence

of fate for tempting each other.

Slated to reap a penalty of

temerity.

And the others ran

in all directions to escape

the fire.

Left alone,

I was questioned.

It wasn’t me!

I’M NOT A LIAR.