Embers

A cigarette lit.
An amber flared.
A mind at ease.

The sky, a friend,
with calm sublime, 
but broke the blue
with a whip.

A rupture
red,
Inside
he
felt,
spreading across
the land.

Just before
the end
drew close,
a thousand
tongues
struck the song
of war.

All that’s left
when he closed
  his eyes-
the ambrs
burned by
War.