POETRY

sky blue goodbye
red now yellow orange
dull suffocator
my taken for granted breaths
come hard choking
fear scent
crisp and crackling
dry bed of black-charred dreams
alive and driven by
hot demon winds
sent to humble, confound and
renew
cinder cloud crests
the hills billowing speed
hinting horror, unknown suffering
wild life flee as we cower
showered in ashen regrets
waiting, waiting, waiting
for the strong men
to win; to die
in the orange/black devil ring
smoking daynight terror
not so very far from here…

matt landers 05/03