The eagle creek fire, 2017
Black moan of the dead ground
Golden moon of my trance
Tree smoke shadows
and the broken wings of chance
Mindless chattering
of the scattered text
Breath of the dead
in the red light of the new west
Flowers and oranges
Seagulls and clocks
The aged are all forgotten
and the wax seals are on the locks
Oh, this false rush of time
this sand made of one unbroken bone!
As quick as lightning
I am carried away into the wild
and doomed forever
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