Kindled by the sun-warmed high-desert soil <br />Bright patches <br />Glow on untamed hillsides. <br /> <br />Is this the edge of the world? <br /> <br />What lies beyond <br />This vermilion brilliance? <br /> <br />Is this a portent of <br />The raging fires of hell? <br />Hot and flaming, <br />Almost smell of smoke, <br />Of scorched flesh <br />And singed hair <br />Assaults the senses. <br /> <br />Or perhaps the splendid spread <br />Reflects the glorious gleam <br />Of heaven's infinitely broad <br />Golden boulevards. <br /> <br />What lies beyond these poppy fields?<br /><br />Yen Cress<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apocalypsis/
