The Smoking Flies Are Descending…

The smoking flies are descending

eating our lungs

the fields are burning

Euphoric blackness

dissolve us 

carry the corpses

in your rotating eyes

the fields

burning

Give me

relief

sweet

     sweet

dripping sadness skittering

in the sand

the sand

burning

Boil us

all

we have not seen

anything

burning

Treasures underneath your

seething wings

we bite and

chant

killing

the fields 

A/N: A sincere thanks to everyone who reviewed my latest poems (esp. MoshiMoshiQueen, Chiaroscuro and chikadee). I was so happy to read them! Hope you liked this one, too? Please tell me! :-)