Fiery Rain (A Migraine Vision)

by

J. M. Hallett

Molten shrapnel falls
Miniature flaming dodge balls
Rooftops burn
Icy lakes now churn
Except there, where the moon reflects
atop the azure lagoon
To stone, that spot doth turn
Pock marked golden orb, half submerged
Neo-evangelicals, towards Neverland, trudge
on asphalt rapidly becoming oily sludge
The Rapture is upon us, they cry
yet nary a one is lifted on high
Birds take wing, afraid to light
only to drift down like snowflakes
as their tiny hearts explode in flight
Motley mendicants swagger
now that those that had, have not
Dogmatic politicians are joyfully trampled
their soulless ethics left to rot
But all those memories are dying fast
in a cacophony of cascading screams
A song playing over a PA system is stuck on
"From every mountainside, let freedom ring"
Ghost riders gallop across a fiery sky
Burning angel’s wings foul the air
Lovers embrace as loving eyes
reflect uncertain stares
And Mount Olympus crumbles
while black dogs howl as dragons fall
and its vengeful Gods goddamn us all

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Why don't you look at The advice from the Poetess
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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