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Black Saturday i While we waited the earth rumbled We licked our lips eyes on the horizon What would it be first? Flaming embers, bright orange heat or the over-amplified sound of crackling branches? ii While we slept it murdered on in Strathewan, Marysville, St Andrews When my eyes flicked open myopically I thought the blowsy box-leaf canopy was a massive plume of smoke But it wasn’t. This time bw ######################################################################## To unsubscribe from the POETRYETC list, click the following link: https://www.jiscmail.ac.uk/cgi-bin/webadmin?SUBED1=POETRYETC&A=1