Tamper the serpent and tickle its furnace.
Knock on its ribs and the artery plumbing.
Scavenge this host and make haste with a sternness
Matching your stealth. Your amphetamine, numbing
Fear of this master of chimneys: with concrete
Wing that extends in the dawn as a presence
Smothering light as it's born, with a dark heat—
Sparing some sparks with a darker pretense;
Drawing the others inside with a breath—
Spewing out arson and smoke in its death.
“An industrial building with a tampered gas line exploded Friday, killing a man who was hurled into the street and another who was electrocuted by a downed power line, officials said.”
– THOMAS WATKINS (AP) – 1 hour ago as of July 30, 2010; 1:47pm PST
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5ior-4qP5K9cdeUXFQEWmpFTFtvKwD9H9ID500
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