They told us to look
away from the flames,
to ignore showering silver
and mandarin green settling
Instead we fought with explosion debris,
unfurled our tongues to the sky,
grabbed handfuls of powder-puff pink,
our collarbones smeared
with glittering soot. The dog
rolling around in ruby red ash.
Everywhere the urge
to write, to sweep away dirt with
slick little fingers.
To message the dead and the living. The lost
found themselves with us,
sledging through metallic drifts. Laughing.
Raiding the orchard for apples,
charred, sweetened.
Until they hosed down telegraph poles,
scooped out sodden mud, viscera
from gutters. Scrubbed our faces raw.
We went back to looking away.
The only sign; shimmering dust
whenever a hand stretched out
to ruffle our heads.
CastlesInTheSky wrote:Explosion at the Glitter Factory
They told us to look
away from the flames,
to ignore showering silver
and mandarin green settling
on our eyelashes.
But we didn’t.
Instead we fought with explosion debris,
unfurled our tongues to the sky,
grabbed handfuls of powder-puff pink,
our collarbones smeared
with glittering soot. The dog
rolling around in ruby red ash.
Everywhere the urge
to write, to sweep away dirt with
slick little fingers.
To message the dead and the living. The lost
found themselves with us,
sledging through metallic drifts. Laughing.
Raiding the orchard for apples,
charred, sweetened.
Until they hosed down telegraph poles,
scooped out sodden mud, viscera
from gutters. Scrubbed our faces raw.
We went back to looking away.
The only sign; shimmering dust
whenever a hand stretched out
to ruffle our heads.
They told us to look
away from the flames,
to ignore showering silver
and mandarin green settling
on our eyelashes.
But we didn’t.