Guns of August

Skies on fire
A red sun looms
And burns through
A haze of guns

Filling the air
With smoke and
Brassy incense
Into August

Haze of fire
Miles away
Coats the clouds
Infinite smoke

Regret is in the
Burned bridges
Can’t bring it back
Or unash the remains

Haze of sparksoot
Lingers after the guns
Fire through and
Burn the trees

Guns of August
Burn the leaves
Down in orange
To ash, their canopies

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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