Fire in the Trash

Urban animal unrest. Written in July or August 2006.

they're huddled, kindling dreams in garbage cans,
an orchestra's tattoo rolls down the street
with teeth like drums, with pounding cymbal-hands
(been louder in the city's walls of late)

the sound is burning through the alleyway
it's bounding past on incandescent paws
it's warming earth and scorching sky
and setting tarry roads in starry blaze

a tomcat's tail is twitching like a wire
his eyes fixed on the flaring of the flame
a kid curls close, his cheek against the fur
two species speak. Their howling is the same.

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