It was the night that had not been allowed
To roll in
Way past curfew
So relentlessly restless they burn
Palatial dreams to 2 by 4 crisps
And laugh
From too much fuel! They offer
To further cover their tracks.
For who can look in the face
Of a fire wind? Even if you know
It only exists as a thought to scare you
And its toxins unoxygenated if you mask
Like them --
Still there were two houses here
And one is no more
While in the other bees sip roses
Like vampires as usual.
So the shadow overtakes
What the real thought it was
In the fracturing, the grief that
Must be nudged to the window.
This time we were lucky;
Only the rich and famous were cindered,
The rest just left without power
As a precaution
(Which was how they seriously felt anyway).
And me, I saunter the rubble as if they are
Eggshells, left to wonder
Why we fight something so mysterious
We can't even see how it is vulnerable.
