Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Finally trusses gave way
to pelting rain, collapsing
termite runs under hammering
lightning cracks applause
thunder shaking everything
as water floods the rooms
like rising dead from tombs
soil slips, foundations slant
walls buckle, under weight
as roofs tilt, slope then double
in a pile of oblique rubble
left to steam, wet smoldering
drizzle, pyre of sacrifice
heaped, without fire or ice.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 9/06/2013