Magma

Here, under the blue sky,
painted black with smoke,
The days know no mercy
and the nights are relentless.

Under the ground, the earth’s belly
smolders with anger, it’s magma bubbling
with the hatred of our bullets and bombs.

We wait. Counting eons,
counting skulls,as lava
snakes its way,to
the surface of our skins.

Eruption,
Oblivion…
Red Death.

Anirban K. Baishya (10/11/2016)