Fragments, smoldering ash attest inferno’s horror
beyond any concept of fright.
engulfs, combusts, devours the night.
Ghastly imbroglio to contemplate.
Holy emission of erupting sky
obscuring, engorging, torching heavens and Earth.
Maelstrom behind closed eyes of flesh-rending fire
razing, exploding, resplendent in awe filled
transcending density into shocks of deadliest
Yes, tremble and think not of that night.
Caught in a thread which ravels to end in
Send dread escaping, sad streams of molten tears.
Endless, enduring, yet rent past all mending.
Quiet, so quiet tonight.
Kept closed — quiet tonight.
Unable to catch breath; unable to cry; unable to go on
— But, God, I don’t die
just quail ‘neath flames descending, howl
without a sound.
Tremble, just tremble — there’s no soul around.