• fired up from the horizon like
    shooting stars
    fell from the sky like
    falling stars
    the blinding light
    tidal waves of dust
    the sound or tearing air
    then golden mushrooms
    growing on the once beautiful hills
    giant fire hellions devouring the sky
    guess it wasn't fire
    fire does not maim the mountains
    fire does not taint the oceans
    fire does not erase generations
    then i saw not fire but death
    then i tasted iron
    then i drew a deep breath
    then the stars again... orion