laughing at the misfortune
a disgusting change
the fire altered the surrounding
the fake
the farthest out
gonean impact
piled high
strange
and troubled
to go with them
and leavean accented sight
the color on the rocks
looking
for hours
an hour
three more
time passingwe do not know
nor we care
they threw themselves
down the hill
rolling and yelling
and the firethe hunt
the hauntings
the motive for jilting towers
tilted sensitivities
a following
the crisis
