The Incendiary Eve.

The Sky Was Torn, Into Apricot And M The Sky Was Torn, Into Apricot And Haemmorhaging Strips. It Was A Sanguine Dome.

Clouds, Heavy As Lead Corpses Trimmed With Mascara, Curled Up Into Wings Around The Blood.

Trees, Like Golgotha Crosses Stood Black, Ashed Before The Livery Heaven As At The Crucifixion All Was Silent In This God-Mouldered Setting.