Torched

Damnation's day
Is close at hand.
How has the shrunken earth
Stood us all this time?
Cowered side by side
Till sheer stupidity
Wrought its own defeat.

For the devil is on the wing
Gifts of coffins for the young men
In olive; in khaki.
Fresh skins flayed
On a storm of kerosene.

A maddened maribou
Commands his right
To run razor blades
Through mothers' eyes
His rage contrives
To suck the seas dry
The lies; our lives
Exposed like wrecks
He's not done yet.

Behind the dusk the Sun
Shows a stranger's face
This blue burning flame.
Yes I heard the decree
It shall not rise again.