fire
Posted to Action Poetry
by Emelia on 2003-04-14 17:39:00
roaming the streets
there were many who would've
stayed home to watch tv
to hide
i could not
never could
had to get away
not away but around
and through over and under
zig zags too
rode the subways and the bus
rode the train alone
always alone
walked through the large
industrial neighborhood
no beauty
not even ugly beauty
just beat
just rotten
just mean
all concrete
no trees
no friends or squirrels
just a hedge that needed to
be cleaned
all the trash would blow
right into that god-damned hedge
once it was clean
the wind would start blowing
and then the trash would be back
so soon
bags and bags and bags of trash
now i'm gone but the place is the same
there's a house that's burned
it's the sight of a murder
the house still stands
there were teddybears and toys
on the porch for a while next to the
burned tree
the burned car is gone
but the house still stands, a year later
a sad reminder
of death
brutality and sorrow
of babies and kids and moms
that are not safe
that were set on fire
