In midst of screaming a man drops dead
Fire’s vertical vortex lifting the oxygen out from his lungs
She stumbles, tripping over corpses beginning to burn
Falling again she imagines resting until reduced to cinder
But she says to no one, “’I don’t want to burn to death –
No, no burning – I don’t want to burn!’ Crawling...
I do not know how many people I fell over.”

"Wieviele starben? Wer kennt die Zahl?”
(How many died? Who knows the count?)