The Fall of Los Angles

The road child fights the
black top with bald tires

Into the future he rides
to blast away the dust that  
settled across America like a gray flag.

Naked children are hanged and burned with Napalm.
The flamethrower expresses an orange cord of fire
that wraps around the players’ bodies
and pulls them into the roaring
red mouth of the fire tiger.

I light another cigarette and burn a hole in your photo-
graph destroying your face and a memory.