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