Kingdom Divided

A gasoline revolution,
as it moves and flows,
the flower's breath.
A cloud that sits on thunder's
throne.
The first born son of every one,
erased by the stature
of monolith glass.
Gazing and measuring stones
that surround the well.
The hands, elbows deep in the wake,
silently being erased by the swell.

Still, it's depth exceeds...it blisters and it bleeds.
It's arteries connected to the bottom of
the sea.

Snow, the arms of trees
dressed in white.
Barely enough wooden space,
for a single new life in a crow
to raise flight.
It moves in a new dance it copies the
ocean.
And lonely as such, it isolates its
motion.
A reflection of grace on its
face, innocence.
Gasoline revolution
the flames are reaching the clouds
and igniting,
The trees are becoming daggers.

The natural world dissolves,
a kingdom divided.
It's arteries connected
to the bottom of the great blaze.