Deliberate Accident

I heard a failed firework,

Went to the window to twitch the nets.

A razor chill ran up my spine,

What was a cold, black discarded peak of tyres,

Had become a blazing funeral pyre.

Windows blinked at the reflections,

Flames dwarfing street lamps at midnight.

As the buildings hide out of sight,

Behind pillars of smoke that dance in the moonlight.

It makes you sweat with unease,

As insignificant humans try to tame the writhing beast.

It snaps and screams,

Then begins to moan.

As it meets the inevitable mud pool of fate.

Drowning thousands in profit,

To sign the claim that saves you.

Decades of family hours,

Crackle into an anonymous shop shell.