8826. CLARISSA IS TAGGED BY THE FIRE

CLARISSA IS 

TAGGED BY 

THE FIRE

They will all be good, these kids by

the fire, these souls next to flame. The

skeet-shoot that runs by them is but

the distant train of sound I hear

wherever I go  -  the chatter of

far-off thousands.

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Today I stood in a field : wrecked

cars and trucks, and some scattered

industrial crap left idle. To wait in

the wind and rain. To try and withstand

what it is that came. The stay steady

in all those fearsome gusts.

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Yes, yes, on and again, Clarissa is 

tagged by the fire that licks at her

legs in the darkness around us. We 

try for nothing but to reach for the

self-same infernos : yet in this light,

there is nothing to be seen. And

Clarissa is tagged by the fire.