AFLAME

Written by: Grace EunSong Lee


Tonight, the horizon burns like metal 
Molted and shot from a mouth of fire 
The trees stand scorched, coal-chalked pictures 
In the sky hangs a fleeting smile 
Molted and shot, from a mouth of fire 
Twisted from wire, but tender, yet to be shaped 
In the sky hangs a fleeting smile 
The work of an artist, holding beauty in crude hands 
Twisted from wire, but tender, yet to be shaped – 
The trees stand, scorched coal-chalked pictures 
The work of an artist holding beauty, in crude hands 
tonight. The horizon burns like metal.