There are stunning poems up on the Huff Post here— the article is very good.
I hear your voice. I reach for you then
You crawling along the floor, coughing,
While the operator
Says, “Calm down. Calm down.”
“I can’t see,” you whisper. “Where are they…”
“Coming, coming,” she says.– you answer:
“It’s hot. Hot. I’m so hot.”
Your voice trailing away; the crackle and roar
In the receiver
I watch birds, sudden tumbling human eagles,
From on high, stilled, like Christ
Crucified, those arms out,
Tears streaming back to air
float down, somersault down,
Snag on metal, tear free, fall
Thud of sacks of autumn corn
Thrown on the back of the truck—
No. Look away. Run.
The sound of humming angels.
Cries of the lost. Smoke.
A fireman in a stairwell looking
at a camera, people
Who look like everyone
I reach for you. I want
To know your name.
My hand, your hand,
Your mouth an O of gratitude
caressed by fire.