the light
flickers
the hum of electricity
turns off and on
the neighbors roof turns from brown shingles
to flames
windows disappear
now smoke
the sirens whispers become screams
the closer they come
they seem to yell
“what do you want from me?”
grandma folds her arms
like desperation
babygirl behind her knee mouths the words
“momma, momma?”
like a babydoll
firemen walk away from the fire
like zombies
firemen run towards the house
axes drawn
ready to fight
tonight is blood and sweat
tomorrow ash and bone
the house will always be home
for some
the sirens and lights
are loud and bright
sane yet insane
I feel warm in my bathrobe and slippers
feel the warmth from the fire
on my cheeks
the house crackles and pops
like a campfire
smells
like a campfire
smells
like hot coco
my wife made hot coco
for babygirl
I watch babygirl
sip her hot chocolate
I watch grandma
arms folded
try not to cry
I watch zombies
firemen
I watch
the fire trucks
I try to separate God from the machine
