.Fuel.

[lacruciverbiste]

Wet, stinking
Soaking their shoes
It pours off the soapbox
And down Main Street

Like all liquid it races
For lower ground
In a quiet
Snaking flow

Burning eyes and ears
As we hear and see
The man with the plan
And the can.

A spark
From a bullet fired
Or a match
Or the slowly smoldering coals
Of fear.

Common sense burns
Like flesh,
Peeling away to reveal
The hard

Comments

[insolentscrawl]

I really like how you used the prompt this week... the way you show the source, the provider of the fuel. Good job and good luck this week.

[cedarwolfsinger]

Wow! This is awesome. Follow it back to the man whose hands are wet.... Sends chills down my spine! Good luck with it...

[lacruciverbiste]

thanks!