Grey dust stirs

as her feet leave

fiery prints

in a well scorched earth.

Weed and orchid

insect and bird

frozen in their last

terrified gasp,

ashen,

then crumble

before her stare.

Behind her

the world is

sucked dry.

In front

none will escape

the glare of

crimson death.

Inside

caged, bleeding,

a redbreast,

fluttering frantically,

balance thrown

by a broken wing

pierced by

a poisoned

iron tip….

Her song

is taken,

in its place

a shrill wail

shatters

unwary ears.

She,

once burned,

rises to

sear

a stale, flat

and wicked

Earth.

© 2009 Debra Providence

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