BONFIRE NIGHT, LEWES
M. J. ARLETT
Have you ever seen swells like this?
beneath the surface,
these hillsides—whale spines meeting
the air of a moonless night.
What was green green green
a burning howl.
The town sits in the valley
of these beasts. It is alive
and violent, kicking up a storm.
We are forgotten.
The taste of bonfire,
the stench of chaos, rivers of light
marching through the streets,
the gunmetal barrel of his mouth
pressed against my temple.
I need more air than my body can hold.