She was a burner of cities;
a siren with a can of gasoline.
She bathed in flames,
and danced on coals.
The embers were her children.
She lured men to their deaths;
and each one she cremated.
She came in sparks,
to cries of help.
The embers were her children.
Monday, July 19, 2010
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