Flannery

Look! Tarwater said suddenly,

Sitting forward his face close to the windshield

We're headed in the wrong direction.

We're going back where we came from

There's the fire again. The fire we left

Ahead of them in the sky was a faint glow,

Steady and not made from lightning

That's the same fire we came from the boy said in a high voice

Boy, you must be nuts the sailsman said

That's the city we're coming to

That's the glow from the city lights