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Crater's Rim
© March 2, 2010, Roy Stucky

The crater's rim
Once overhead
Now lies before my feet.
The bottom's dim
With fumes that spread
From flames of men's conceit.

A freedom sun
That lit the sky
Now burns below this place.
The promised fun
Turned out a lie.
That melts away my face.

Dissolving lungs
Don't understand
What causes them to choke -
The viper tongues
And bloody hands
Concealed inside the smoke.

The fallen star
With wings of wax
Has punched a molten hole.
The wasteland scar
Of foolish acts
Resides inside my soul.