The Char Char

The letter was corroded

The fuses had exploded

The circuits floated on a pool of oil



They wrenched the (flecks) had snapped and sparks flew dark blue clouds and jet black walls



An apple crumbled

Firemen grumbled

Fumbled with a hose



Toes were curling in their white boots

Sweating in their tight asbestos suits

And Asmodeus played the flute



A table layed a chair and did the char char charred spitting splinters

Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbed behind the fence

Fire that burned the incense blessed the ashes as they flew



Fly away

Fly away Peter

Fly away Paul