admonition

the bloodshot eye known as the Sun looks down with contempt pity indifference
the smoke an acrid curtain between each person and every thing
you're not sure if you're still dreaming

you hope it is a dream
maybe the fires aren't real
either way, you p r a y for something to change
but every time you pray, the smoke loiters longer

it's not distance, it's just separation
it's not hell, it's just purgatory
not a reaction, just a consequence
not a punishment, just an admonition