“3:15 A.M., Wednesday, March 15th, 2006”
I hear
panicked words in foreign tongues
and stare
down a blaze ten stories high
and feel
the hot flare of purpose
and run
against the thrust of the crowd
and choke
on ash and adrenaline
and stop
only when I reach your door.
“Apparitions”
The fire left a stain
on the steel, on the shattered
glass twisting sideways, so
unnatural, such a bastardization
of the sun-drenched, shining, smiling
faces and tan bodies once dancing,
once screaming ecstasy, now
suddenly silent, nothing seems worth
saying, the stench of ash and confusion will not
leave my side, will not
be gone when I open my eyes,
so we roar on like a wounded mammal
swimming towards a foreign shore.
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