Red Dust by Ian Bailey

Mar 4, 2025

1 min read

Red dust

Gathering in the orchestra pit between the strings and brass

A little mound rumbles

Like a town

Conceived by an opus

I am of the town

And bombs were upon us

Our heads hum

On the minute

Like clockwork, they burst

Into a solemn sun

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