
My eyes across the page roaming, wondering when they will find the houses burning . . .
Story and art by P. L. Cobb
Writing these words in the gloaming
My eyes across the page roaming
Wondering when they will find the houses burning
Waiting for the stomachs to start churning
At what these hands have wrought
At what these words have made fraught
With the curse of one thousand fears festering
Of one million people pestering
The darker self slumbering
The other end of the rainbow thundering
And in the gloaming I am still waiting
In the growing darkness celebrating
Writing these words . . .