The mountain is on fire
And the burning horse
Is running across the hills
Spreading chaos wherever it goes
A man twists his boot on a cigarette
He looks at the mountain
And spits in the street
Smoke covers the town
People run to their houses
And flowers retreat back
Into their buds
Men and women suddenly strangers
Fend for themselves,
Kicking, Screaming
Trapped like a fox
The town is on fire
And there is no escape
And you have left me
For good.
All that remains is ash
With time only
Can it one day vanish.
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