Saturday, August 6, 2011

House Fire

The firefighter's destruction drips on the blind congregation.
Leading only further into his dark temptations.
Clean made old. Young made dirty.
The waste puffing his embers.
Bleeding through the tips of his heaven's zen.
Ringing the alarm silently overheard.
By the secret keepers.
The shame chains.
The sillouettes of a family.