FILM AT ELEVEN

Poets ignited today in a random act
of spontaneous combustion.
Muses aflame, names are withheld
to protect the innocent from being
corrupted by their fire. This poetic pyre
is all-consuming and the fumes will
smolder for longer than one night.
Right where words converge in
metaphor, the underscoring cause
is under investigation to assure
this situation occurs again and again.
Miraculously, no lives were lost
in the conflagration of verse.
It could have been worse!

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Day 2 November Chapbook Challenge – News of the Day

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