To the fire

Butane feeds the fires flames so high,
propane helps the fires weep and cry.
Gas keeps the base of the flames strong,
within the flames we don't belong.

Yet we feel it's heat mentally and true,
build them, use them, and watch their view.
Survival, disaster, and a signals flame,
yes but no their hard to tame.

Fuck you but thank you towards you said.
You are a healer and crisp us dead.
You are something we run from and desire.
You are the flame you are the fire.