Reeves..the Phenix.
The crowd gather, soon there’s a mob
They say they’re poor and don’t have a job
No thought of struggling shop owners
They get heartened as they gather on the corner
Smoke billows from many sources, will any building get away?
Many will hang their heads and remember this day
The excitement of an impending battle looms
As witnesses from windows hide in their rooms
More fires are lit and the excitement grows
Where this will end no one knows
As local businesses go up in smoke
Silence here, tears there as they realise this is no joke
A bandana covers this guys face, he’s there with his chum
His only fear is being recognised by his mum
The engine arrives, ducking constantly they turn on the pump
The fire has taken hold and from a window a woman jumps
No point sifting through the debris of that formally longstanding store
Where you could buy furniture to fit your stature
We can mentally help them grieve
As they knuckle down and roll up their sleeves
Fighters of a different kind get to work
Moving and Sweeping the acrid dirt
As the Phenix was deemed to rise...so does REEVES right in front of your eyes.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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