so the pipes,
raise high , and liquids
fumed high in air,
like to spare
the remaining of trees,
Bob and the chapel,
aren't here now,
und im Krankenhaus,
the cries of a mother,
regretting humans,
and rushing nurses,
police and paramedics
in the corridors,
pushing the stretchers,
this ain't laughter,
the teen of the cigar,
gets attacked by the bear,
the rest of the lot run off,
"teen-with-a-cigar"
scratched with the paws
of pointed nails,
and screams in terror,
if not a fire-burn,
a bear's paws then bleeding,
but no survival for evil
the other kids ,
wonder in the wild,
sorrounded by a wildfire,
no escape but give up,
they scream but far from rescue,
only when the fire is gone ,
to save the ashes,
"be careful with the cigar "
©Michaelw
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