the burning god

From base to crown is flame.

Sultry scorching words flow

like lava

slow-burning them asunder.

The thunder of explosions


the whispers hidden in eyes.

Those wise run from the war.

But more bodies pile

and create

an island for the children of

the burning god.

© Martina Delgado and M.Dels, 2019.

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