Incandescent Sky

Until now, the skies were only blue or gray.
But today, wrathful Cacus set the sky ablaze.
Today, the spectral smoke choked ochre sky mirrors
exploding wildfires unleashed below.

Today the tarnished jaundice sky measures
the crumbling Constitutional edifices,
the raging roving injustice burning
everywhere across the land.

Today as thousands are driven
from their homes, the pestilence
spreads across the land,
killing hundreds of thousands.

Today the sooted grimy sky
reflects the deceitful lawless tyrant,
all his crooked crony stagehands,
his white nationalist army of tormentors.
as their raw sewage floods the rivers and streams
of our theories.

Today this climate rampage
has nothing to do with climate change.
We bask instead in the political climate
of aberrant delusions.

Today this inferno in the sky,
this ceiling of hellfire,
suffocates our oxygen of dreams.

Below, the Constitution provides
kindling for the flames
engulfing our democracy,
the fuel for our conspiracy wildfire,
our rite of passage
to the underworld.

Thomas Wells’s poetry book “Complexions of Being” was recently released by Yorkshire Publishing. His poetry credits also include Caesura Journal, PS: It’s Poetry, Vols. I & II, an international poetry anthology, Dissident Voice, The Magnolia Review, The Opiate, and Tuck Magazine. Over several decades, his poems have appeared in Visions International, Cafeteria, Gargoyle, and West End Magazine. In 1982, he published his first chapbook of poetry titled "Native Steel" through Black Buzzard Press. He is a member of The Poetry Center of San Jose, California. Read other articles by Thomas.