Aftermath

For those of you who aren't from the UK, and may not be aware, it was Guy Fawkes night a couple of weeks ago. It gave me the idea for this ... A pile of ashes on the ground Muddy footprints all around A smoking ember here and there The reek of burning everywhere Bits of paper strewn about A banger with its fuse gone out Rocket launchers, an empty pack Grass, in patches, scorched and black Sparklers with their twisted wire lie abandoned round the fire A rocket stick from who knows where had missed the greenhouse by a hair A fence despoiled by a smokey swirl where once a flaming wheel did whirl The nail remains, but not much more Just a burned and twisted core A lump of blackened silver foil lies forlornly on the soil A baked potato lies within Cremated in a shroud of tin All across the UK nation stand tiny scenes of devastation Like battles fought by gnomes and elves Not just a fun night for ourselves