By Trevor Hewett
Something primeval about this burning
as the light fades from an October evening.

Staring, lost in the crimson flames,
men with dogs have stood this way
since the fear-filled dawn of time,
trying to halt the death of day.

Previously published by The Brown Critique, India


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