Frozen Cities.                                                                                      

Frozen in Time.

 

Flower-Filled gaps heading tombs down my road.

 

they are yellow.

and  they were red.

and they are blue.

and they were white.

and they are Black.

and they were Black.

and they are.

 

and they were.

 

Black.

 

and then the Rain

the Black Rain

the Bullet Black Rain

the Bullet Black Rain, hot and here to kill

 

It killed and It burned

 

It burned

and It beamed

and It blew me away

 

It burned

and It beamed

and It blew me away

and It burned

                  It boiled my eyes

                  and melted my ears

                  and picked at my skin

 

                            It burned

and It beamed

and It blew me away

and It beamed

           glowing drops

           sharp and radiant

                                                           and my oh my how It boiled my eyes

                                                           and oh my how It melted my ears

                                                           and oh how It picked at my skin

 

                                                                                                                      It burned

and It beamed

and It blew me away

It blew me away

feet first

 

           my shoes were gone

                                                                                                             my shoes are gone

                                                                                                             they were gone

                                                                                                             they are gone

 

                                                                                                             they were

 

                                                                                                             and they are

                                                                                                             

Gone.

and starting at my toes,

I boiled                                          

and I melted

and I burned                            

and I beamed

and I picked at my skin

 

It blew me away

They blew me away

oh how They blew me away

and oh how They picked at my skin

 

the end of An Era

the end of My Home

the end of The Fight

              The Fight that ripped apart nearly every square of Earth

                                                     nearly every square of Home.

                                  Some left painted red, a drippy gloopy red

                                  Some left stamped and stripped and empty          

                                  Some left with the flash of a bang never able  to forget

                                  Some left with shards of glass in the bottom of their feet

 

                                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                             running.

I

was left burned. and melted. and boiled. and beaming. and completely blown away.

 

I

was left picking at my skin.