It begins with red
crackling static
and crisscross
swordplay in brightest white.
A flower with ivory
petals dipped in blood;
tendrils that creep
into the night;
two sunflowers, two
hundred feet tall;
a garden is created
above us.
Shoots grow and spread
from
the moss that has grown
on the sky.
Sparks spit from the
heated barrel of a gun;
a thousand rflaming
arrows
suddenly curve
earthward and vanish
into the fire of
battle.
And everything ends in
chaos and confusion
as blood pours from the
creeping veins
to stain the tree tops.
The sun explodes – a
magnificent fireball
that devours the earth,
shrinks back to a point
and leaves us in
darkness.
