|The Children of Electrical Fires
Bear rings which electrocute bride and groom.
Demand flames emblazoned in lapels of angels.
Whisper of sleeping rooms where tousled,
Nameless drunks spontaneously combust.
Bathe in rivers of invisible lightning inside walls and hide
Under carpets with the torched horizons of Sonoran dusks.
Finger ignitable liquid containers with the worst,
Destructive sort of nervousness. Blindfold firemen.
Their skin, all layered shiver, giving cinder a mind of its own.
Their footsteps collapsed stairways of ash.
Their whoops loosed Appaloosas from fiery corrals.
Nothing excites their pulse like this carnivalesque
Of fuses lit for sheer amusement, these spitting appliances
With frayed cords, the spreading hum of malfunction.
Look into the dark for their smoldering eyeshine,
The glint of their smiling electrical outlets,
Or witness the slight hint of their bodies,
Small arms and legs of blue flame
Turning to pure lightning at the surface,
Diving into the deep at speeds proven impossible.
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