Minus the blistering flesh of hot dogs
and marshmallows disintegrating on our tongues,
we tasted smoke camped out in the public square
as we sat around watching a preview of what’s to come
while entertainers clad in costumes
danced, sang and tried to entice us
to their shows in under three minutes
(one donned a flaming red boa for added warmth)
After the screams and ovations,
we returned, raspy-throated, to our homes,
everything just as we left it;
we flicked on screens for the latest updates,
local air quality reports,
saw firefighters in heavy charred uniforms
performing intrepid acts for weeks
until they were burnt out
from slouching towards the apocalypse
with a limp garden hose,
their helmets emblazoned with varying letters
that always spell out HERO
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