On to a brighter plain 
Where old bridges still burn 
Coughing envious plumes
Into the pale blue sky  

On to a sunbaked road 
Through a desolate dream
Familiar violence erupts  
Flooding memories with sparks 

June’s blistering charm 
Conjures columns of ghosts 
And what I’ve earned today 
Feeds the fires of their wrath 

I’m wound tight and wrung silent 
By the endless blue days
I’ll fall for their facade 
Writhing and gasping for breath