Global Warning

Ravaged by hate, the green folds buckled where the warheads hit, dry-stone lines exploding like strokes. It was a super heated June when they came. Pylons melted to the ground, attack jets screaming in the valleys, flicked like flies by Christ Knows What. Sheep sizzled. Burning wigs by trees. Forests flamed like solar flares. Women sank in lava, their children oozed. Men fused in tractor cabs, ploughs floated on fluid fields. Searing, the missiles nailed the piling clouds, towering lungs of alien fire rising so the Cities knew their fates before they came.