Thursday, 23 September 2010

Poem a day, 23: September 23rd 2010

If a fire erupts in one room of your house
you need thirty minutes to get the hell out.
The doors should close like locks in a river
to imprison the fire. It will stride through
your bedroom, tearing down the wallpaper
eating your bedclothes, reading your books.
And soon it will force the door, escape
and chase you out of your home, curling
its black hair and stinking of knowledge.

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