Happy

I am hidden away in an open space

of envy, pain and spite

and I contribute to this madness.

 

Madness that makes me hard

and cold as boulders –

i sit hot and heating but never melting.

 

Frozen in a season of windless nights

and unknown fires

maiming, destroying and killing

carried by the still air

 

This gale moves and all around is fear;

of a child taken before she understands

and every mother feels the burning

yet the brutality continues

 

Then the rain comes like hail.

 

And it carries the stink into the pipelines

tasting sweet and savory;

looking like sugar but no one notices.

 

Slowly the temple decays,

and it shuts down

with a sigh of relief.

 

 

 

 

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