I cower in wait
For the cry of predawn salvos
The wailing call of sure demise
Burrowing deep within my girth

And the earth tremors
At the far boasting booms
Blossoming with flame
And the carefree drift of embers

The toil of war
Looms with malice
Beyond the tree lines
So anxiously aflutter

Daybreak’s tussle
Draws close to my dismay
Its pummeling refrain
Breeding fumes of sulfur