Bonfire Night
The pops and bangs
And flashes of spray
Dance round my window.
Is it a gunshot
Or just a banger?
Is it a falling star
Or a rocket
Gushing for a second?
A night of fun
For most,
But I hear the sirens,
As the dogs cower,
And the hospitals
Fill with burnt
Children and fathers
Who knew it all.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-05 at 22:26
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