The smoke

the smoke is rising

I see it in my hands

texts like firebrands

the cup of the dying

the unending argument

finding rest never

circulars forever

the testing amusement

sparks, yes, the dragon’s ire

underneath kindled

by a woman crippled

now here comes the fire

Babylon is a “hor”

church and even the state

both united by hate

All they love is war