Smooth cool waves
Wash the banks. Gently they
Roll, in harmony with the
Tanks. Unnatural thunder
Carries the ground.

The creek shimmers bright,
A reflection of starlight
On a background of blaze.
Firesmoke clouds and thick haze.

On the right the tanks
Subside, the flames
Have caught their eyes.
The creek laid border
To destruction against disorder.

Slowly the metal creaks
And trembles. The watery
Banks protect the tanks

But the flames draw closer.
Just a short while
‘Till they bleed over.

Fires burn the banks away.
No border can stop the
Blaze. Nature engulfs
The tanks of man.

Day after Day the
Fires burn nights.
Crimson and orange wisps
Hide the starlight.

When the fires subside
All left is nature’s pride.
The creek flows on,
A path to my dreams.

The tanks have overrun
The fires wake has only
Begun.

Arising from the ashes
New life comes in dashes.
To drink from the spring,
The crossroad of fire and machine.