Dark windows stand,
within towers of concrete
Partly lit. Part in black hues.
Shadows move left and right,
tending to bare tables and filled plates,
Painting lively pictures
Others are desolate,
Resting.
Echoing snores in burning stars,
silent twists in breathless clouds.
A meal
Chairs dragging,
glass clinking,
spoons dipping in sinking liquid.
Pause.
Still.
A sip flowing.
A speeding pause.
Light
Bright and burning.
Crashing.
A fallen star?
Burst, thud, an explosion
Echoing snores now silent
Fire
Up down and all round,
Shadows crisp and crumble
In a dark caused by starving flames
Another pound
Another bomb
More orange rain
Burning a neighbourhood into silence,
Into permanent darkness
This you do,
Daily
Hourly
For how long?
Until screams of the dead fill an empty town?
You're already there
It's no cure
Please stop
