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
Consume Reality! 