XXVII
Somewhere in the flames
Lay a toy screaming
As the batteries distinguished
Onto the floor
Then it’s arms
And it’s legs,
Melting underneath
The gaps in the floors
Before dripping onto
The pavement
Next to the charred wheels,
Etched in the heat
With smoke
Coughing out of the windows
With your face pinned
Against the door
Both inside and outside
As much a mirror
To the suffering
But several different kinds
Of warning.
XVIII
then I saw your body.
XVIII
Passing cars deflect on the back
of closed bank counters
holding each others hands
gouged in frozen terror
outstretched on the edge
of the near dead in purgatory
held in place in-between
a frozen surface tension and
the glow of filtered moonlight
ducking and diving between flames
humming like an engine
stained in a nervous sweat
mirroring the fear of my own hands
as I dragged out
two, then three children out
with your words pleading
no, no, no
I have to say I've enjoyed every one of these..
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