And About 3 O'Clock Poem by Dónall Dempsey

you watched
the photos

recoil
from the fire's touch

how they continued to smile
as the flames ate their moments

only a certain lostness
present in the eyes

gave an inkling
as to how they felt

the words of love
screaming as they were devoured

the fire licking its lips
munching its way

through thought
scattering now

the ashes of us
across the roses

as crows
tormented a sky

the fire almost
invisible in the sun

the past eaten
by the greedy flames

the day unconcerned
with such goings on

continued to be sunny
and about 3 o'clock