From Across The Pool

 

And the fire burns

as the hotel shines bright

 

Six rescue trucks light

the way, pick-up volunteers.

Flash, flash, flash the window

 

screams, holding tightly.

Lightning streaks across the sky.

 

Old red trucks pile

in, water tanks poised

 

to aim, but nothing

ever comes, no men

 

to bear arms. Electrical

stairwell waiting to win.

And the fire burns,

 

screams holding tightly,

wisps of hope trailing high.