A poem from a much younger time, skidding into the now.

Fireball


At six, my uncle took me to the St. Louis Zoo and passing the waterfowl and Turacos a gorilla caught on fire. An electrical cable exploded above her head and swung through her chest shooting bright red fireballs that made the woman to my left vomit onto the plaque in front of her. The gorilla was on fire and we all watched her burn. She stood on her back legs and raised her arms out, trying to keep them safe. There were about nine of us there, including my uncle and myself. It was silent. There was the snapping of flames, a shout coming from the female zookeeper.

My uncle slung me over his shoulder and rushed away. My head bobbed up and down as he climbed over twigs and shrubs.


She hadn’t moved.

It was awful. I Saw her land on her back

Dragging mud on her heels.

Air Fire

South Korean tourists watched burning pampas grass during celebrations for the first full moon of the lunar new year at Hwawang Mountain in Changnyeong, about 215 miles southeast of the capital, Seoul. At least four people were killed and 35 injured when the fire started and a mountaintop stampede ensued.

-The New York Times