Very Bad Archive
Fires Burn
Saint Michael
Fires burn throughout the city
Tires burning smell so shitty
All around the buildings fall
Where they once stood so proud and tall
Ashes fall upon my face
As I look from place to place
I hunt around for your luscious locks
But all I see is rubble and rocks
With no place to go
I sit down in the blackened snow
I look to the east on a random whim
Just in time to see you leave with him
Saint Michael has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Saint's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Saint's latest works: