Here's a poem a friend of mine wrote:

[neuvocat]

(Background: this compares the fires from here to what's going on in Iraq-and mentions how one of them started here, thanks to a hunter who lit a flare in the middle of a Santa Ana. Please read and let him know what you think. Thanks.)


The Fire : San Diego and Elsewhere.

red light
through the drapes
the air
silent silty seas
yellow orange skies
surround a red orange eye
ashes fall
covering
the house
the ground
my lungs
making nuclear winter
on my windshield
making night time
all day long
looking through
and breathing in
the grey specks
of someone
or someone’s home
or someone’s lifelong dreams
burnt to a cinder
ironic that when
a house burns down
the chimney's all that's left

now i know how you feel
stuck overseas
@ the end
of the world
protecting
corporate interests
making the apocalypse occur
every day for the last year
all for oil to burn
making
the grey specks
of someone fall
someone’s home burn
someone’s lifelong dreams
fade into ashes

the lost hunters try
to save
their lives
by lighting
signal fires
and burn more than
they expect

-Deadly Ed.

[Wetzelbill]

1. Being a published-albeit pretty average, IMHO- poet myself.....

I would have to say that is purty durn good readin'.