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_____
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Spit-jerky fluff of fabrics nestled as a bed
of flammable waste – no audible alarm, nothing
more audible than the hot stench of fear.
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Not a whiff or hubble of hope allows
for a future not signified by dark musk – and oh,
how these woman are obsessed with their bodies.
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As has been said before,
when god locks a door
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he opens a window
________
*___________*___________*
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To look up at the burning building, seeing girl
after girl appear at the reddened windows, pause
for a terrified moment, and then leap to the
pavement below, to land as
mangled, bloody pulp.
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This went on for what seemed a ghastly eternity.
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Occasionally a girl who had hesitated too long was
licked by pursuing flames and, screaming with clothing
and hair ablaze, plunged like a living torch to the street.
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*___________*___________*
________ ______
The triangle of tragedies:
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the lost, the left, and the
world where this can,
and does, happen
_____
causes a chord on the heart-
strings, once open, now flat,
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left ringing in the air
like a requiem
rummed sour.
