Fervor

Gaze upon the thirsty masses,
round callow eyes,
in their fervor,
clouds turns to ash,
and bombs scar the
night sky; golden fireworks
cascading
like entrails
into greedy mouths
and empty bellies,
as the bloodlust
crescendo
breaks apart the
empty temples and
brazen bulls,
the earth
take them all to
her bosom
to eternity's
rest.