False Light
First flight
The planes leave before sunrise
Fire fight
The bombers told where to go
Gas light
They’re there but not quite in vision
Sheer spite
Collateral damage is what they know
Harsh white
They dance in pairs, a tango
Burn bright
The flame it breaks up the sky
Fright Night
The birds, they scream, they shout out
Lose sight
And so it becomes it is the pawns that die.
