Dawn

A dashing image

serene and crisp

like cold melted metal leaching into the earth.

The world

reverberates obnoxious light.

It is brutal and rotten-

the apocalyptic carnage

seems to cloister ourselves.

Us- the stringent, virile beasts

are nothing more than a thought

fast and feeble. 

Dawn-

the final catharsis

like a pluvial afternoon

after a canicular August.