From base to crown is flame.
Sultry scorching words flow
like lava
slow-burning them asunder.
The thunder of explosions
destroy
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.
Martina Delgado 