Banishment

the sky turns a bright red

background clouds purple

sun hides behind it all and

a heat penetrates the soul
as if some religious source

was burning a righteous

path through it all for sure;

cloud windows have closed

birds are asleep in trees,

slimy snakes slither by as the

ghosts from our past stand in

between our hollow images;

dead is dead and life fancies

another traveler who has a

lost less to loose when the

fires begin to burn inside and

mankind in finally banished.

5Nov17