War
Can they ski?
Blind Eyes
Can they see?
But then what is left to walk
And whatever is left to see
Lakes of the City
Evaporated
Its Glacial Mountains
Baked
Rivers Now Crimson
Choked
The Limbs of Snowmen
Melted
Its Green Forests
Charred
A spark
From the lighter
Of a Power addict
Who chose to light his pipe
Amid Comburents
The City did flare up
The Saviours did come
The Fire-Trucks did arrive
The Firemen
Still subduing the fire
With gun-powder
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