By a liar

The sun burns like  the Richmond blacksmith’s fire
Fierce flames   are  gleaming by   the sides of  clouds
The weather forecast is constructed by a  liar
To hide the  knowledge  of funereal pyre
The Social Contract  melts ; the flames fly higher
The dead are gathered  in;the fields are ploughed
Silently we say goodbye, without a choir
The sun burns like  the Richmond blacksmith’s fire
Fierce flames   are   glowing  by  the sides of clouds