Pushing up through smoke
from a world half darkened
by over hanging cloud
The shroud that mushroomed out
And [bad word] the dome of the sky
Black, red, blue, 
Dance in the air. 
Merge.
Scatter glittering sparks already
tower over the whole city.
Quivering like sea weed. 
The mass of flames spurts for ward.
Popping up in the dense smoke.
Crawling out Wreathed in fire.
Countless human beings on all fours.
In a heap of embers that [bad word] 
and subside Hair rent, Rigid in death, 
There smoulders a curse.