Meditações - like dwarf grandfather clocks

Fire Safety

Aluminum tank

indifferent in its place

 

behind a glass door

in the passageway,

 

like a tea urn

in a museum case;

 

screaming-machines

that dumbly spend each day

 

waiting for gas or smoke

or hands or heat,

 

positioned like beige land mines

overhead,

 

sanguine on walls,

or posted on the street

 

like dwarf grandfather clocks

spray painted red;

 

little gray hydrant

in its warlike stance;

 

old fire escape,

all-weather paint job peeling,

 

a shelf for threadbare rugs

and yellowing plants;

 

sprinkler heads,

blooming from the public ceiling;

 

all sitting

supernaturally still,

 

waiting for us to cry out.

And we will.

Joshua Mehigan