An Uttering Fire
they go
into the uttering fire
enter
- no more talking
the rubble is piled high
higher than the high houses
men in turrets
crush
they lick their dry lips
they listen
to the flames
ash falls within an oily rain
a dead face in the flames
begins to talk
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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