A Way to Go renamed The Fire Cure

[Achebe]

I liked the start and the end of your pome. In between, it didn't quite reach the heights. I mean, the frogs are burning and birds are falling, the cool mosses are dead, because....the forest's burning. It comes across a bit like stating the obvious.
I thought that S2 and S4 had rhythm a bit too irregular.
There is a lot more you can get out of the poem by squeezing in the odd slant rhyme.
So I tried that. It's unpardonable, but it's also bad enough not to rankle. If it gives you something to think about, great. If you'd rather print it out and throw darts at it, remember that you're making holes in your wall.
Also, I really liked your poem so I wanted to do something with it.

A Way to Go (v -0.5)

I want water feet
to walk this burning world
like frogs cannot

now marshes seethe
by smoking sedge grasses
and birds drop sizzling from the trees
of the forest's blazing tent
top. With the frogs went 
the cool mosses.

Mouth wind-blistered,
skin spark-stung I watch
as streams crackle and steam.
The frogs can't stop
with silence this burning rain.

With little hope
I pray over my bluest socks
all night long and in the morning
put them on
still wet
and start walking.