Tantrums of flame gush
from throats of gunpowder tubes.
Take notice of me!

Bones of bonfire shift.
Startled sparks light up faces,
skull-eyed, in bushes.

Wisps of grey veil float
like some weary Guy Fawkes` ghost
out through night`s black walls.

Spent sparklers spear out
in webs of wire weaponry
at anxious ankles.

High over midnight
an insistent arc of stars,
still stage-struck, signs off.


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