Day 601

She walked through the wall of flame,
the flame that consumed
her mother, her father, her sister.
The child is four.  Four.  How
did she find her way through?
How did she know this was all
that could save her?  Go!  Go!  
Go, though the flames
are licking at your arms, your legs,
your face.  Walk, Hanin, as fast
as you can through these rooms
you lived in.  Go without thinking,
without crying, without
looking back.  Go
until you reach a place
where the flames subside.  Go
though your skin is burning.
Go though everyone inside
has already been devoured, is
nothing but ash and naked bone.