The Armed Man - A Mass For Peace: VIII. Angry Flames

Pushing up through smoke, From a world half darkened By overhanging cloud The shroud that mushroomed out. And struck the dome in the sky Black, red, blue, dance in the air Merge Scatter glittering sparks already tower Over the whole city Quivering like seaweed The mass of flames spurts forward Popping up in the dense smoke, Crawling out, wreathed in fire Countless human beings on all fours In a heap of embers that erupt and subside Hair rent, rigid in death There smoulders a curse