Karl Jenkins Torches
The animals scattered in all directions
screaming terrible screams.
Many were burning
others were burnt.
All were shattered
and scattered mindlessly,
their eyes bulging.
Some hugged their sons,
others their fathers and mothers,
unable to let them go,
and so they died,
and so they died.
Others leapt up in their thousands,
faces disfigured
and were consumed by the fire.
Everywhere were bodies
squirming on the ground,
wings, eyes and paws all burning.
They breathed their last
as living torches.
