If we knew would we be anything but damp

We thought our world would flare. Not burn. But water isn’t often where we need it. We dreamed of flight/plucked fragile wings from flying things. We punctured space and left our Trash. From outside earth is too bright to look at. Is that why we burned it? There’s nothing more flammable than human ambition. We torched little kids like they were sparklers. If we knew would we be anything but damp? Sprinkle us over the burning. Soothe this blistered world