Water and fire

Where you take a turn at the corner,
There is body pending in basement,
Being announced by women’s wails.

Body was water,a full sixty percent.
It will be water on a  fire’s tongues
Crackling like sun, friend to wood.

Bodies are vapor to rain in streets
As women’s wails and are soft mud
That dries and turns dust by a sun.

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