The fire rained down
As people watched on.
Was this
The end of the world?
Babies stopped their tears
And old men with their dogs paused
To look at the sky
Illuminated with flames.

I remember thinking that
The sky was a weird color,
Like sunset eternally paused
As the eye of the devil watched on with glee.
Hastily brushing the ashes
Off of the car handle,
I drove and drove
Further into the haze.
Clouds of gray seemed to never stop
And neither could I.

There is beauty in destruction
And regret in the final moments of beauty.
How can one trade one for the other
Without knowing what lies behind the smoke?


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