The dragon belchs fire
and smoke, the sky is taint
with an unearthly orange gray
The scent of flowers has grown faint
The sirens and whistles
create a moaning choir
No one dares to slay the beast
though its foul breath scorches
the air, its cancerous hues
for Hell's demons a feast
Lights sparkle in the night like
a thousand burning torches
Where is the shine in this
city of gold, nary a shade of yellow
but thick and black
Its danger echoes in a hiss
Few riches to behold
as the coffins fill in rapid haste
and lie beneath the bricks of gold
How many more hearts will wither and waste?
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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