Catastrophe

Men dance with deathless feet
in the burning deserts of rage.
Past pillars of salt and fire
they creep, ‘cross fence and wall,
Searching for a forgotten home.

Through days and nights
stones fill their shoes and
scar their soles, tearing flesh
like the metallic wolf
rampaging through the camps.

Behind, the skies cry,
Shattered by steel winds
that crash to the ground,
And those who remain
weep in the deepest blue.

Men dance with deathless feet
in the burning deserts of rage,
Searching for a forgotten home.

catastrophe

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