Rockets shatter the darkness
into specks of night on fire,
falling from a disfigured canvas
into the whirlpool.
Blood’s red glare pounds
in violent, starry bursts
in eardrums accustomed to
only rhythmic, New World beats.
Black embers invade
grey doorsteps, abandoned
trails of ash to be washed
away with the next rain.
An imperial smile disappears
into Wonderland’s eve,
committed to, enamored of,
white rabbit ghosts. |