Fireraising

It was someone’s brilliant
Idea to burn the city.
Once, I saw a man facedown
In a controlled grassfire.

Oh, how things were
Heating up. I’ve abandoned
Truth for her darker twin.
Together we ride in the shoot

With those lens flares
Making her hair a strawberry
Patch: she wore dreadlocks
And I thought I knew

The secret combination:
86 the still pulse, 57 the color
Of the famous sauce
On everyone’s last supper table.

An old man burns the kids
Hiding in the dead leaves.
Larson E. was a real character.
Say, gasoline, let's get cooking.