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Sunday 9 November 2014

Fire Power


Remembering November's Dead
and fireworks fleece the night again;
dazzling jewels of light to soothe some pagan fear.

Dark - 
the dread misdeeds of Nature’s god,
Spark - 
the glistering, crystalline golden rain.

Refiguring the skies of bloody war
these fireworks fall,
while poppies strew the ground,
and thunderous claps
and booming cannonades
refrain the fearful rhetoric of sound.

Airball, Banger, Bee or Bengal flare,
Turbillions, and Catherine wheels alight;
but Exocet, Sidewinder, Little Joe,
Polaris, Popeye, Patriot, in guided flight;

Gadfly, Grumble, Gremlin, Gecko, Grail –
prepare to bounce or breach or flame: to kill.
Rockets, Roman candles, Tadpole Tail –
innocent phosphorous lights reflecting breath: to thrill.

We, upward crane our necks,
our flashing eyes,
and we anticipate
the glorious sight,
but elsewhere
others suffer consequence
of fearful lies
and must deal with
great destruction
on this night.

Can we fight for peace, or can we not?
Shall we not take up arms?
Is peace forgot?



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