Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Part II

After the flames died down
The smoke mushroomed
Into a huge ball for hours

Unperturbed by the fireman
Frantically trying to dose
Down the flames

Finding ashes
And burnt out toys for miles
Strangled of life

Scattered over the dockyard
Like random playing cards
Crushed into echoes

Calling out warnings in the wind
Of those who had lost their lives
When it should have been

So many more. 

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