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 . . .