John Byrne (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Dust storm
End of world red sky
shifted the dawn
we woke in burnt air confusion,
wind like the anguish that your anguish would be,
to streets half emptied and eerie as peace
and nothing was normal
and everywhere
the golden light of day
coughing up our pain
Published in Meniscus, vol 1, issue 1, 2013.
shifted the dawn
we woke in burnt air confusion,
wind like the anguish that your anguish would be,
to streets half emptied and eerie as peace
and nothing was normal
and everywhere
the golden light of day
coughing up our pain
Published in Meniscus, vol 1, issue 1, 2013.