Another Barn Burns (Don'T Call 911) (Perspective) Poem by Chuy Amante
Another Barn Burns (Don'T Call 911) (Perspective)
No tears as the barn
turned to rubble
I stood there in wonder,
face with stubble
There is a reason for everything?
The joyous bliss
the burning stings
As the last of the embers
slowly died
I looked up,
and was being spied
Now seen The Dance of Heaven's ALL!
I didn't see shit,
with roof and wall
Another barn burns
and heaven seen!
What took so long?
blessed matches and teens
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