A smoky morning signals chilly air
as those who live with walls of plastic sheet
gather anything matches set aflare,
and huddle where skin reddens from the heat.
The toxic kindling of modernity
can burn so quickly, swirling into ash.
The search for fine fuel builds fraternity
as all sift through the varied kinds of trash.
They seek a slow and steady type of fire,
but poison and explosive burn aren't linked.
This toxic gas hangs low, where they inspire,
a deadly vapor which makes this clan extinct.
Smoldering pit, skirted by serene stiffs --
of what killed them, there remains no whiff.