Sunday, 17 August 2014

smell the ash in my eyes

it looks like
the gnarly sky
is headed towards
an outburst of
dark leaded drops
if only I can taste the sky-water again
come rain come wash away
the soot of the black-blistered land
we have had enough fires and smoke
enough hatred and killing
the bodies can not keep upright in
this soulless aridity
smell the ash
in my eyes
peace is a forgotten word
the tumescent earth
has forgotten how to breathe
belligerence abounds
the mountain buttresses
shake with

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