slumbering in the fires

lights blaze on distant horizons in failed halos circling like vultures in the tumbling dawn light, their eyes fall frozen through the mist ...

my heart is a burning silo now the grains of these days churn to tar and soot clouds spill gasoline upon the remains of our cities and from ...

we brave the storms while our lands fall into the sea beneath the pandemonium of the sun ...and these nights have brought us something worse