Pillar of Smoke by Day
Suspended over the city
like the sepia tone frames
of an antique mushroom cloud
it's a pillar of smoke by day
Charcoal dark it rises up
to mingle with the sky
either man has built an idol
to worship the night gods
or God is pouring down black paint
to mark the earth
Below it is the burnt apartment shell
like a dead animal carcass
the smoke a cloud of dark flies
keep sentry and call the predators in
sirens howling at your ears
put out this toxic campfire
asbestos and wood fill up our noses
gaped wide in search of autumn
As you move through the city
your eyes are drawn
they follow it like Israelites
until a building shields your view
and you can look away
Park Ranger
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