Lonely Chimneys

Bare black trees and lonely chimneys Far as the eye can see Empty landscape of scorched up memories Where my home used to be I can’t see the lights of the town There are no trees on the ridge Granite vertebrae of my home The marrow of my bones Bare black trees and lonely chimneys Far as the eye can see Empty landscape of scorched up memories Where my home used to be Smoke and ash descend on the valley A month of nothing but night Fauna running from the inferno Nowhere’s been spared from the blight