Thursday, August 7, 2014

Where once there was a home.





Smoldering mess.
Charred mortar
Black like hell
And twisted iron
Who could believe it.

A snarling monster.
Like a primordial demon
Worked his overtime, last night.
There was chaos and fear

But, no water to be had.
He was here too, helpless,
What could he do, but watch
The Devil, reduce, reduce, reduce

To that ubiquitous colour.
Now gentle smoke, blue flame
Purr like a satisfied tiger
Lazing in the morning sun.

It’s difficult to imagine him.
When yesterday was yesterday,
When this was other than is,
With the world alright for him.