Beautiful Arsonists

Before I Forget – inscription set in stone, soon to be washed away

We were running through a burning museum,

so horrified to find an escape.

We did not realize

it was our rush setting things

on fire.

Creators of immense beauty.

Unstoppable arsonists.

We ran,
our lungs filled with dust,
Is escaping a blessing or a curse?
It is
How it is.
Escaping.

A heap of smoking ashes

In a half burned frame

And no walls to hang it onto