In a moment everything was lit up
Illuminated by fire as
Smoke cleared to left and right
And the hardwood burned
Through the night men
Looked on and did nothing
For what they had seen
They neither loved nor hated
But hated to speak loved
To sit on their hands
And the hardwood turned
To ash driving forth roaches
Both low and high
----In the style of W.S. Merwin------
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