All we are saying (for now)

The wind carried the foul breath of war
no longer, washed clean of conflict
and heavy, putrid clouds ringed in black
for now.

For now peace peppers the air,
disinfecting blood-stained ground
like a writer desperate to scrub
away an ink blot or erase
an embarrassing metaphor.

For now the breeze of paradise
carries us to heaven, invented
by atheists who merely lack
imagination to try something
more permanent.