Guy fawkes and fireworks
Fill the night with an ethereal luminescence
Beneath it all we struggle with
Raised hands for a mystical identity
Bound in chains by all the darkness:
The brown of the earth refusing to be deterred by all that tar and fake grass
The ink blue of a sky giving in
To the pull of winter
And above all the darkness that swirls in our insides;
It sits silent behind hot eyes as we witness wickedness done a thousand times over.
Yet from the vigorous fires above
A familiar warmth falls from the sky
First new as red, then holy as emerald
By the third it glowers, a cold blue
Though it scalds worse than the formers
And within us there lies no humanity
To bond with this fire.
Leave! Leave! we call out
No soul lives here because
It is November again
A chilly prison in the wake of Autumn
Where nobody claps anymore.
