The Sky Is Red
(A Poem of Dissent)
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

The sky is red.
Molten lava flowing round,
Leaking, seeping, volcanic sound,
Crimson blood drops on my brow,
Injured sky is red.
The sun is green.
Fainting, dipping toward the earth,
Sickly hues and squeamish girth,
Spinning, puking afterbirth,
Tepid sun is green.

