destruction
Sometimes I call your name
in the dead of sleep.
When I wake
I can do no more.
The structure trembles
in fear or in hate.
An ugly monster
fights behind my walls.
Screams arise
off the sizzling black pavement.
Wires and poles collapse,
lifeless bodies beneath.
Fire inhales what is left,
and only now am I truly alone.
1997
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