Burning Fields (Poetry)

No hero was coming
no body was listening
the house phonelines humming
poor people gone missing

Stray dogs began howling
old women were wailing
lost souls blindly prowling
grabbed hands through night’s railing

The rain tasted acid
grass bubbled and blistered
mad preacher turned placid
sobbed soft as he whispered

Dirt road ran a river
day failed its grey dawning
raw air a cold shiver
forgotten gods yawning

Prayers said for those missing
fear’s demonkind drumming
no point in folk wishing
their saviour’s not coming

Death deals to the godly
as well as the heathen
thrown dice rolling oddly
black fields burning even

Destruction goes sweeping
ash lifted and scattered
no nature worth keeping
like human life mattered

Flown clear of men’s trouble
the angels hang choking
charred bones dot the stubble
the whole world left smoking