Suns Out, World Burns

I saw a man walking

behind his dog this afternoon

I walked past a cemetery

with willows evergreen -

It was strange to see the man's faith

And life growing out of wastage -

I saw the sun bright, and clear skies

Yet the air was colder than ice -

The lack of warmth unnerved me

Is the sun finally giving in too?


It's a strange melancholy.

Suddenly the home is not homely

It's as foreign as can be -

Now cold seems comfort

If the heart thaws, it'll hurt.

I'll watch the world burn

and scratch my eyelids

with all its furious patterns.