DEAD IN ORANGE RED

Dead in orange red,
Military, proud
mushroom cloud,
growing,
as monsters do,
devouring the things,
forgotten & new.

Those who cried
no longer have eyes,
ash shadows
dust to dust,
written in violence,
“In God we Trust”

All prayer done.
each seal broken,
no sight
of Heaven’s sun.

Promised trumpets,
an orphan’s scream,
digested in rubble,
an ode to silenced dreams.

Death in orange red,
nothing left to mourn,
gone, the childhood promise
of day,

because
one generation,
let the Mad Men
have their way.