The sky is on fire.
Not literal fire,
Though the blues
Give lie to
A lot of things.
No need to hide
In your bunker, son.
We’ve got it from here.
It’s not the end of days,
Although they’ve seen better.
The sky is on fire
With purple, gold, and pink
In a way that looks
Nearly apocalyptic.
You’ve
Spent too long reading that
Silly book of yours.
After all, we’d hear on
The radio–
Attention. Seek shelter
Immediately. The end
Has arrived.