A mutant hunches as he walks across
An angry man behind him, jiving at his hunched figure
The mutant is not polite, so he says
Nothing. Can’t we live in peace.
The mutant scrapes his foot backwards, heaving up
Sand in the man’s face.
The man grabs the mutant’s shoulder:
You’re no match for me!
The mutant turns around, face red like phosphorous
What did you say? Protested the mutant to the man
The man pushes the mutant, the mutant staggers
Back. Picking himself up, he charges to the side
Scraping his face against the bridge railing
Ignition. The man runs back whence he came,
The mutant runs to the opposite ridge.
The road between them in flames.
He couldn’t help but
burn the bridge.