THE HEAT

Struggle for the children,

Wife the inherent handler,

At ground six, I watch silently,

The arsonist vapors my bride’s pride.

All that work, equated to bleak visions,

Perseverance was the journey,

Why is failure a destination for the heirs?

A flame of pure helium, burning home,

In the inside steel and pillars melt,

The terrazzo becomes molten rubber.

Why does evil befall the grandchildren?

Why can’t someone save my family?

Will it hold any longer beyond the now?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL