Skies Of Darkness Poem by Dorsey Baker

Skies Of Darkness



He has a match that he
Urges to strike
So that
When the fire erupts
He can sit back
Comfortably
And just
Watch it burn

A wildfire a rampage
Of sizzling flames
Begin and end nowhere

The rage of a
Wounded tiger
Like dynamite ready to blow
A rainy night of deadly poison
A big dark cloud moves slowly
In a determined motion
Soon it covers the whole sky

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