Burning and burning in the burgeoning fire

Tumbling like socks in the world’s biggest dryer

Trees turn to ashes and ash to miasma,

Filling the air and inflaming your asthma.

Blood-dimmed and mud-rimmed the dome of the sky

Refracting the sunlight. Here’s mud in your eye!

(And dust up your nose and grit on your tongue

Your mouth and your throat and down deep in your lung)

As the blind man was healed by the Lord’s holy spit

Perhaps we will see how the world’s gone to shit.