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Poetry of Issue #8         Page 1

The Fire Uptown

Every room of the apartment:
an inferno;
every plant shocked into pain;
every doll: scorched.
The fault lies with the stove,
its hours-long seething.
The fault lies with the smoke detectors,
their unexplainable silence.

The tornado rumble of fire
disturbed the whole region’s concord.
Heat-crazed glass breaking like cymbals
crashing in a frenzied orchestral blast
blared, upsetting the airshaft pigeons.
Airborne cries of helpless children
ached in the ears of neighbors,
as if the years those kids would never live
pleaded for existence in the psyches of survivors.

  Austin Alexis