Fire, Fire!!!
Morning, on the way Office,I saw the engines
the rescues and police and wondered why
The morning evokes the sound of bullet-showers
and the wet taste of sulfur from the burnt matches of the night before.
The cardboard bodies of soldiers
march like trained coffins through cemeteries
in orderliness:
left, right
left, right
left, right…
and the sky,
that porous circle,
spills a yellow liquid
over the vigilant walls
before slowly disappearing.
No no! That was happened in shortly?
Oh! the garage, workers who reparing vehical
a had workers before there breakfast
with pyrotechnics naturally
as the walls and ceilings flamed
and an orderly exit
becomes desperate under the unreal advance of the flames
suddenly a panicked crush to escape
the darkening interior of hell
the heat and toxic smoke
I can't imagine..