BONFIRE NIGHT, LEWES

M. J. ARLETT

 
 

Have you ever seen swells like this?

Sleeping mammals

beneath the surface,

 
these hillsides—whale spines meeting

the air of a moonless night.

 
What was green green green

now

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.

 

 
 

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