Refugees

They cram into cars
with children, dogs,
cats and birds in cages.
Some of them had time to
pack a few belongings into
their car, nothing else.

Others caught by the
disaster’s overpowering
speed barely get away
with the clothes they wear.

They spill out at
emergency centres
in community halls,
pour into rows of
tents on playing fields.

Refugees in their own
homeland, at war with
a vast giant inferno,
a towering conflagration.

Refugees

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