Night Fires

fire engines
whistles-lights-bells
flashing red all over the night trip
to rescue
dampen
contain
this combustible fallen world
this collapsed house of human endeavor
this baying at the moon

so much loss
grief cannot contain
the emptiness
bursting
exploding
in the widow
the widower
the parent
oh
is this the knowledge of good and evil
supplicant hands
melting
like the wings of Icarus

One thought on “Night Fires

  • May 10, 2015 at 4:11 AM
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    Beautiful.

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