new heat
By Frank Prem
a river of aluminum flowed
beneath the hulk of our car
engine blocks are only alloy
these days
window frames on houses
swam away
and cement sheeting
turned to powder
heat
it's an old word
we need something new
to describe what ran through us
that day
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