The stench of burnt flesh
Burnt plastic and paper
The smoke in the air
And ashes on the ground
The flashing of the lights
From media and rescuers
The noise of the screams
Of the trapped and saved
The house is dessimated
Mutilated and destroyed
Smoke still pouring out the top
Ashes still falling on the ground
Hours pass by
Like nothing has happened
Day finally breaks
The whole scene changes
The house is only now smoldering
Families called for the ones still inside
Help called for the ones who survived
The fire is out
Crowds disperse as people go away
Rescuers pack their gear and leave
Investigators come to find out
What destroyed this pile that was once
A home
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Written May 18th, 2005
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very vivid piece here. so sad the loss of "things" and friends. The way it is played out with the media, and how they just go away once the story isnt "exciting" any more. very good write. I really like all the words you chose to use here. I think you have done a wonderful job describing such a tragedy.~~tracy
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WOW and awsome and all that good stuff :D
Wow this poem can be tacken so many ways! awsome job!
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