4671. THE HUMMINGBIRD'S QUEST

THE HUMMINGBIRD'S QUEST
(the arsonist)

I went absent at the great conflagration, running

for my life at the time  -  fleeing past countless

horrors; the ways and the endings of hundreds.

Building to window to building and glass the

flames spread, fast. People were subsumed as

quickly as their awareness awoke to what the

flames bespoke. Death and destruction and

the drummings of doom. I stood not fast

to look back; the hummingbird's quest.

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Put your pencils down, for I will speak

no more. It is too late to infiltrate the

gate. The money has been spent and

the deeds already done : finished,

all that work. We spread panic

and we spread fear. Flames

here and flames there.

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Now 'tis the morrow of the notion,

and another day entire. In place,

still wings buzzing, only still

the hummingbird's quest.