SINKING SUN

"rhyming words on sinking suns"

feet leave the maps of people's course
the land will quick forget
seas beat down like a frothing horse
carrying off the debt

stallions play with an orb of fire
they flicker blue to red
skies will mirror the earth's desire
before they go to bed

gusts of grit and white birds in drift
drown sound in static noise
the gray of later hours shift
a race against horse toys

and in one burst of cross hatched light
the flares are pulled below
stars always sink without a fight
but not without a show