Silhouettes in Red

		If I didn't know this was an orchard
			I would have thought
				these spider leg trees
					to be highwaymen
				ready to curl the flesh off my bones
					with their burning torches
						that sing in the seering heat
							in underground caverns.

							***

		Freedom can't be bought
			by yellow flames
				wealded by evil hands.

		If the hands of the Hun
			ever tried such a scheme	
				free thinkers and kindred souls
					would rise up
						and make sunset
							and laugh at the Huns	
								who have
									slippery
										slimey
								salamander personalities
							tied down like Guliver
						who get so bored 
					of being themselves.