A long hose mapped our course
A fireman said they’re still looking for the source.
From the neon truck to what used to be home
to eight young men who’d escaped the fire –
so far only remnants, no explanation, no hope, situation dire.
Flood lights exposed charred corners;
The ceiling dripped, doused from quick reactions.
The house stood, gutted by flames – but she had no mourners.
She stood alone, humiliated from years of protecting their infractions.
They’d left in her all their belongings,
jumped down from balconies with heat on their heels.
Burnt couches, crushed beer cans, shattered glass, and broken skateboards.
No flat farewell, no last meals.
Video edited by George Berry. Footage by Kethaki