arson
the seconds smolder
smoke rises
minutes
snap
each burning more fiercely
than the last
rising up and peeling
back
blackened calendar leaves
the years roll past
like a street of
gutted houses
where each of us once lived
though
now
loveless
wingless
abominations
left to stumble over
and
salvage
what small
unspoiled
treasures
we can
on
a
night
like
this
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