That day the fire hydrants all ran dry
and we began to douse still smoldering flame
with our tears.
A fine dust was piled like pink snow
except where it met water.
It there expanded
into a thick, foamy muck
a shade or three lighter
then blood with bone
pulverized and comingled.
And we all went to work
heavy with sorrow for those
brothers and sisters who
lay buried.
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