Drawn
to something familiar here
In
this burnt out burnt down burnt through place:
Rock
keeps its cool, its hard meltdown space
Wherein
equally cold and heat appear
Ribbed
like sunsets or smooth young night sky.
And
here creatures four-limbed two-eyed died
Or
alive yet head on to a safe side,
Human-shaped
some of them walking like why.
Something
familiar on oblong screen
Away
where stingy light breaks dingy smoke
In
city certainty still talking green:
Water,
first specks flecks then torrents then floods
White
out hail white white right through creeks broke
At
impressionable speeds where white floats.
