Black Smoke

Black smoke,
curling through her hands,
she heard the news,
she heard the plan.
A man stands, outside a bank,
he’s hesitating, not sure if he should thank.
Walk on, the air is clear.
Just walk on, black smoke.
A line of white trucks,
slide through the town,
a satellite,
has just come down.
A man stands, outside a bank,
he’s hesitating, not sure if he should thank.
Walk on, the air is clear.
Just walk on, black smoke.
An arrowhead,
dug from the earth.
A young girl dreams,
this is going to hurt.
A man stands, outside a bank,
he’s hesitating, not sure if he should thank.
Walk on, the air is clear.
Just walk on, black smoke.