Flight

Lost in the old
winterless desert night
I see the shapes
too vague- take flight

Fire in the eyes
death in the heart
I should stop
but I did not start

The gasoline lake
fire encompassed
The vultures and hawks
pecked and harassed

Death on the horizon
tolling the bells.
All these signs
of all the hells.

Burning bodies
living corpses
Run along in fear
with galloping horses

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