Bridge of the Gods

exclaim—
                ‘oh my God! the Bridge of the Gods!’
ash flakes are falling
                dare i catch one on my tongue?
the Cascades are bleeding
                a citrus colored orange
if only timber could evacuate
                i see weeping and wild wailing

exclaim—
                ‘no one is shouting, Burn baby burn!’
the moon looks poppy-colored red
                among the living who digs this?
don’t be angry, there’s enough heat
                despite a citrus colored orange
if only timber could evacuate
                i hear weeping and wild wailing

                                ~ Bridge of the Gods

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