Crematorium Al Fresco

This land

This desolation

This furnace

Of living things

This crematorium

Al fresco

Administering it’s

Slow bisque

An invisible fire

Heat mirage

A blast furnace

Behind

every wind

This

This burden placed

On beast

And buiding

Not alike

No

And yet it

Is the constant

The effects are

drastically different

Not in result

But in

Duration

The end

Is the end

In the end.

The end

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