It was the night that had not been allowed
To roll in
Way past curfew
So relentlessly restless it burns
Palatial dreams to 2 by 4 crisps
And laughs
From too much fuel! It offers
To further cover its 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 moist roses
Like vampires as usual.
This time we were lucky;
The rich and famous only 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 it is
Eggshells, left to wonder
Why we fight something so mysterious
We can't even see how it is vulnerable.
