Blaze

A blaze blast blinding a flash flooding the room
A blood banking on the floor
Shiva twirls amid the strobe lights
Blaring strobes and the bullets’ battery
The time has come due
None of us can escape the fire
Once the flames start they ravish the ends of the world

One says bring a little light into the world
It would have to be mighty to overcome this fire
Who will be Shiva
Who will be Nemesis
Who will be Uriel holding the blazing sword before Paradise
What will be the end of this

In memory of Tel Aviv, June 8, 2016
In memory of Orlando, June 12, 2016

Andy Oram
June 17, 2016

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