beep beep beep beep

there's been this incessant beeping in my neighborhood since like 7:00 this morning. i finally walked outside in the dark with my bike and realized it was a smoke alarm going off. the beeping was coming from inside a house across the street from mine, that burned out in April. there is something terribly, terribly poetic about this. i am not really the kind of guy to make these poems and I'm definitely not one to be bandying about ideas regarding black poverty and burnt-out houses never rebuilt, their calling out all day and night and nobody even hearing it. but goddamn, there really is a poem there.