From Across The Pool

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.

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