Austin is

A two reel projector,

Shattered, ignited.

A classroom giggling, cackling, crimpling wrappers, smoke spiraling, suffocating.

Coughing, choking, breathing, not breathing. A whisp of wind regurgitating.

Ashen eyelids, singed scrunchies, scurrying, scattering, stomping, smashing.

Banging, bashing, bruteful thrashing, slashing class presidents and baby iguanas.

Chairs rocketed, glass rebounded. Stuck. Trapped. Already forgotten.

Metal. Iron. Here's Johnny. Macabre marauders masquerading as saviors.

All hail the lord all mighty. A righteous god, vengeful sinners.

Grabbing, gripping, clinching, clutching, crinkled flowers and graphic novels.

Thrown, thwarted, tossed upon a bassinet of moss'd soil.

Gasping. Heaving. Breathing. Sighing.

Smog lingers, lulling languid scholars limping away with lethargy.

"A classroom in flames"

A shattered reel upon linoleum.

The kids, they laugh, they squeal, they squeak, they retch.

The smoke, it gains. They just grin, fully numb.

But soon the smoke turns into flames to catch

The bruteful bashing, savage thrasing that

Sucks the air and then their screams. Kids strangle,

Slash, class presidents, learned scholars, bat

Baby iguanas. Trapped. Stuck. Limbs mangle.

Macabre marauders masquerade. Saviors.

Firefighters. Steel. Iron. Here's Johnny.

All hail the lord almighty, the save your

self. Converting woe Into Hey, nonny.

Then thrown upon a bassinet of moss,

soil, the kids cry "again". A coin toss.