Willingly caught in a fire
The building is about to collapse.
Remembering reasoning of reaction,
efforts persist.
Red devils masticate support beams
gnashing everything to dust.
Their snarling, snapping, snacking
could not drown out her prayer.
Angels came to her
Their flashlights through the smoke
look like a train coming through a tunnel.
mechanical men give her strength to move.
Down the stairs,
through the hall,
"Stop! what's that?"
Ceiling crunch and fall.
Did we ever make it home?
Burns under bath-towels bade yes.
But no cotton-polyester can hide
what was lost in the flames.
A light went out
in that smoldering mound
God bless him
he is on his train
and he has left.
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