Thursday, February 16, 2006

flashback

In the droning dark
up above
a thousand
anonymous someones
strike matches
in short waspish
pops
watch them
flare blue
reeking of
sulphur smoke
then settle
to disturbed
dancing orange
toss them out
touch them
all at once
to the gasoline rain
set the sky
on sudden fire
as far as
minds eye can see
dark dreams
burn now
like falling rage
uncontrollable
consumed
in savage sheets
of light
I huddle
in a Dresden doorway
and cannot breathe.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well, this has certainly cast a more sombre note over my day. Now, I KNOW Coyote wasn't actually in Dresden that night. Are you channeling someone else's memories, or just recreating the notion of what it was like from your own idea? You may have to stop sitting up late at night watching all those old war movies, my dear...

coyote said...

Hey, Nonny. Been re-reading Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five, in honour of, oh, the fact he turned 84 last year...

Anonymous said...

Yes, indeed. And he has, in the last little while, predicted the end of civilization as we know it. He gives mankind at most another 100 years or so. His latest book trashes the American culture, yet is apparently selling like hot-cakes, to his fellow citizens. I hope he's wrong, but fear he may be right...

coyote said...

True enough. And he's entitled. I imagine Dresden may have made him something of an expert on what the end of civilization could look like....