We burn them in bundles laid out on red hot coals
Unwanted papers
Little twigs and big logs holding our hubris and self determined debris.
The crackling fire transforms them
Carrying them away as smoke until
Only ashes remain.
We gather these ashes
Carry them to resting garden beds
To feed tomorrows soil
Where seeds will rise
Turning over yesterdays detritus into something new
Today as the wheel turns.
The Coddiwomplers Cauldron 
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