There is a haze,

It hangs like sheer blinds

Over the still morning lake

And the smell of smoke

Invades the senses…

The world is burning

Somewhere else

But here only evidence

Of some other place’s end

Hovers like an angel

Bringing news of devastation

Like a visible irony

Descending softly

to these life-giving waters

Mocking a tinder-dry land

Somewhere else.