After Matilda’s Fire.
I walk out
of a show
of
Matilda’s Fire,
Saddened by the
tale.
Not a little far off,
Here is God’s
ire
Aghast by the grim
Tragic outlook:
Mortuary man beckons,
Me in,
I cross the
fallen ladder,
Greed chuckles
at those calm now
The boxes protect
them,
Today’s ice ,
Tomorrow’s embers.
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