Bombs and balloons falling, tanks crawling over the hillsides like metal toys, some husks are on fire, the soldiers on patrol, smoke plumes and the burning buildings, a red-sky fractured, demons howling in ancient tongues, they lick each other like wild dogs, the unholy whistles and hissing, a meadowlark perched on a skull, a legion of ghastly horribles, millions of them pouring out from the fissures, some in biblical outfits, others are slain conquistadors, evil men and grotesque abominations, a horse missing half its head, a naked black savage eating an unknown organ, a defiled priest with a mouth full of bees, a bottomless pale man who has defecated on himself, the barbaric grunts and yawps of the castrated pierce the air, people screaming and fleeing in all directions, some are sodomized and their testicles or breasts torn off, babies ripped from the pregnant bellies of the judged, there is no hope.
Like an angel standing barefoot on the red clay, the melancholy and fragility of everything revealed at last, an unafraid grieving mother with a cross.