1871

Two are catching fire

One is pouring gasoline

Seven stand idly by

Now all eye's are now on three.

The shouts are climbing higher

Past the height of raging fire

The city swept, as the township kept,

Staring into the smoke.

The sky has blackened out,

Irises facetted in a glow

A date with river lava

Phlegethon floats into the core.