Stopless Buck

hexed fires burn inverted
spread deep shadows in sunshine
sweep cities away
into haunted ashen nightscapes
scorch across farmland and prairie
lick blackly up mountainsides
finally to melt white virgin snows
to inky run-off streams of pitch
flooding valleys below
smoke choking out the sun
days of light put to permanent end
snuffed in rising tendril flames
like molasses fingers gently plucking
a lullaby singing life asleep
a horrible spell of witching darkness
but the only magic here at work
is man’s awful blindness
his foul deliberate ignorance
and amazing powers of delusional denial
we cast the curse upon ourselves
in extinction’s grip dreaming reasons
unto the end
how we are not to blame


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