poetry by j matthew waters

Chicago Fire

Fire fighting aircraft
turn their bellies upward
as they veer away
from the blaze below
their waterbombs
struggling to penetrate
the conflagration
set off days ago
by a strike
from the sky
blasting the Windy City
with wicked veracity
turning human ingenuity
into a flattening incinerator
filled with rubber
and concrete
steel and humanity
stirring dead souls
into vague memories
of eighteen seventy-one

october, two thousand eleven
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “Chicago Fire

  1. Fabulous poem!

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