Pyro

The gleam
Of the sunlight
Reflecting off the glass shards

The burning wood
Shot sparks into the sky

The block would smell
Like gasoline
For weeks

The fire trucks siren
Sounded from down the street

The hand-cuffs
Cut off my circulation
As I leaned against the cop car

If they'd been here moments earlier
They would have seen me pour the gasoline
Seen me throw the match

But they wouldn't be able to stop
The old house
From burning

With you inside