My Home Town (Hampden)

Last night I dreamt
a pandemonium-laced cloud
slithered over Hampden…
showering acid.

There was a grand firestorm
ravaging its pine ridden forest.
All its inhabitants impaled
on the surrounding oak timbers.

Streams of their blood running
down their skewers,
puddling
beneath their stench.

Oh how I’ve dreamt
of this town’s destruction
since youthful times.

The Scantics’ flow dammed
by burned corpses… locals fleeing their ravaged homes
for refuge of its cold drink…
little did they know of the vanity.

Footprints in the boiling mud…
all that remain of their journey.

The few survivors stumble on
through the streets like drunks…

The asphalt simmering…
the soles of their feet charred.