She asks them, what are you doing
to put the fires out?
I know she is asking me.

Praying too.

She says
something like this:
A torch, a line of torches, men
in plumber uniforms, in laundry jackets,

a blackened sky with a little boy & girl rustling
their feet in the silk. A vigil. Floating pillows,
crushed bedposts, open night-cream jars.