fireworks

Fireworks are anticlimatic;
the hiss and spit
subsides to a silent rain
of dying firefly sparks.


Burst of light,
colour, sound,
against a mute sky
lighting up the bruised clouds.


The thin air ignites
a confusion of noise
a contusion of light -
arrows shot into the ground
poisoned darts of joy
ending in premature dissolution.


The window reflects on the screen:
a surimposition of fire -
of neon bright
candy coloured lights


against the glowing
embers of explosions.
A spray
of lightbulb rosebuds
in death's fist.


Falling from
the leaden sky
the smoke-choked clouds
to the dark mass of land below.


Upside down fireworks
which dying,
end in death.

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