The sky is on fire
The stars are still burning
Backdraft pollutes the heavens
We stare up toward the blackened clouds
Ashes still churning
Pull up a chair or put your a*s in the grass
We just lit the fuse
Poured kerosene upon the flames
In the reflections of our eyes
Your dreams go up in smoke
We breathe an incendiary future
A past recorded through arson
Playing hide and seek with devil
While the peaks are still burning
The sky is on fire
The stars are still burning
Backdraft pollutes the heavens
We stare up toward the blackened clouds
The world has stopped turning
Aspirations in a reverberative pyre
Strike the match, point the finger
Burn the witch
A twisted mirror-image, charred
Echoing from below
Hell has frozen over while
The earth thawed the sun
Ratiocinate philosophies
Laced with magnesium brilliance
For which no ocean is deep enough
The sky is on fire
The stars are still burning
Backdraft pollutes the heavens
We stare up toward the blackened clouds
Lean in close and hear the flames yearning
Pyrophoric poetry penned
In mushroom cloud exposure
A pre-nuclear post-mortem holocaust bottled up
With microwave oven convenience
We've put God in the hot seat
Boiling our repentances alive
Just in time for dinner
Truth extinguished in a molotov daisy chain
Throw yourselves on the bonfire
Toast a marshmallow
Clap your hands to the rhythm
Sing along with the conflagration
The comet will come with attrition
1814
The arsonists have become heroes
And our appetites have just been whet
Quite a striking lyrical flow presenting an interesting event that sounds unfamiliar and yet, so familiar, so akin to the violence we see on TV presented by both newscasters and Hollywood. I love the way you presented this. May I recommend one thing? Add a few more sensory images to the poem to complete it - the smells, the tastes, the sounds that come with the arson being presented in the poem.
Thank you for sharing this. I enjoyed reading it and look forward to more from you. Keep writing, please. :)
Quite a striking lyrical flow presenting an interesting event that sounds unfamiliar and yet, so familiar, so akin to the violence we see on TV presented by both newscasters and Hollywood. I love the way you presented this. May I recommend one thing? Add a few more sensory images to the poem to complete it - the smells, the tastes, the sounds that come with the arson being presented in the poem.
Thank you for sharing this. I enjoyed reading it and look forward to more from you. Keep writing, please. :)