A malevolent wish
Phrased as a question,
A mere favour,
Reaches into the ears of a desperate man
Rooted deep in a building owner’s wish.
A promising flash of dead
Presidents, a ring of keys
Placed into the palm
Of the same man, all
Too willing to fulfill a building owner’s wish.
Now the tenement he’s
Told to visit after dark
Had tenants on all floors
Sound asleep, tranquil place, ideal
For effectuating a building owner’s wish.
He unlocks the front door,
Paces down the lit corridor,
Picks out a random wall, drenched
With petrol from his tin can, add Zippo© spark-----
Birth of flames & a building owner’s wish.
A pleasing bundle of dead
Presidents is place into the palm
Of a reliable man, reward for one night’s
Dirty work-----Handcuffs won’t be touching
The originator of a building owner’s wish.
Condominiums under construction
A certain kind of fire
Start this way,
Emerging first as a building owner’s wish.