crickets and Fire

Cacophony
The Left Handed Man Shouts
the crickets advance
the door,ever briefly , swings shut
The Marble edifices are glass huts,
that shatter with every shrill retort
The Fire Burns
where's Nero when you need him
the door, ever briefly swings shut
the crickets chirp
The Fire Burns
The glass melts
Shattered Principles of Perfection
empty soap box, surrounded by crickets
my wagon is ready
the door, ever briefly, I hold open
soon
very soon
crickets
and Ash