Sugar crisp as summer nights

Scorched and hardened bread.

Forgotten, frightened, full of spite,

A burning mistake in my head.

 

No one was able to put it out

As the flame grew higher;

Not as simple as burnt bread,

It involved human bodies on fire.

 

I breathed in black carcinogens

From the burning butter.

A towel wouldn't've been useful to them,

The thought made me shutter.

 

I worried for my lungs as the high tide

Air hinted the smell of near past.

But then I thought of families who must have cried

When their loved ones were taken too fast.