Things we lost in your fire So four little souls were set adriftThings we lost in your fire2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
On a sea that had quickly turned into
A hell-fire, too fast it flamed amidst hurriedly broken burglar bars
Blazing and dripping molten tears.
So it wept its anger into warm blankets thrown and hushed cries, deep.
Weeping vapourous sorrows into its own unthinkable depths.
The moment passed and they lived on. But within that single frame
Steel tempered in anguish - cooled.
Even while heat subsided, it grew and leapt from one soul to the next.
And four emerged.
Arise. From the ruin. Setting young minds and thoughts alight, unquenchable.