Countless raging of fire
Trees cross path with rage
maws of demons, horns curved high
lower grass screaming, ants popping clicks
ashes build on the lower peat
wind roaring eastward
clouds crying to hide the wounds
Blazing my way through the damaged brush
the valley swells inward and out
smoke fuzzy and hiding most things
I breathe in this intense fog and choke
a deep gagging cough
cackling from the inner lair
and even redder bold-face anger
Skin very pale, complexion gray
stomping through the visions of what once be
One lighter, sparking fast upon dry leaf
rising fast on uncooked meat
