Meltdown
Would the last voice in here
Please turn out the lights
Pull the shutters down, drown out
All sound, thought and contemplation
Take hold of source of ignition,
Carefully planned conflagration
Burning down the tissue walls
Scorched enamel, cinder skull
Bones for tinder
Skin powder clogging the lungs
Of those present.
Humans remain when all else is
Flame, combustible brains
Organs melted down
All internal sounds
Erode to silence
Possibly an onlooker
Starts to cry
Finally, as in dreams
We get to fly.