BOMBARDMENT

THE TOWN has opened to the sun. Like a flat red lily with a million petals She unfolds, she comes undone.

A sharp sky brushes upon The myriad glittering chimney-tips As she gently exhales to the sun.

Hurrying creatures run Down the labyrinth of the sinister flower. What is it they shun?

A dark bird falls from the sun. It curves in a rush to the heart of the vast Flower: the day has begun.