Wailing sirens
shatter the quiet
darkness of pre-dawn,
cries of 'Fire! '
echo through the streets.
Thrill-seekers,
drawn by a curiosity
both morbid and human,
gather around the burning tenement,
laughing and talking.
Unaware
of the anguish
being endured by the young mother
whose child
perished inside.
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