Burned Arson
A fire flounced gracefully
And I pummeled blatantly
Scathing the ambers
Flailing in the darkness
Trailing the stars
That was once meandering
In my scant pace
And the railroad spun
In the shrouded dust
I am devoured
By the billowing
Take me,
All my words,
Consoles,
Condoles,
Are now yours.
poem by Norman Santos
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