Triolet #4: Thermite.

Thermite, it burns so bright

I smell disintegration on the wind,

I turn my head to avoid the light

Thermite, it burns so bright

 

I smell the stench in the night

Worse than the smell of an animal skinned

Thermite. It burns so bright,

I smell – disintegration on the wind.

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