The flames inside build and build.
They construct a blistering furor of pain
Not emotional pain
(That is for another poem.)
The flames of fire tear away
at any and all supporting structures.
This building will have
to be condemned.
It is no immediate surprise
to the multitude of citizens
gathered round behind the
flashing lights and yellow coats
of the fire brigade.
Without containment,
this blaze would torch
half of the city.
And that's how I felt last night.
Was originally published on Verse.virtual.com
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