The Big Eve

The Big Eve Tracer bullets on the night sky Aleppo seen From a hotel veranda, I hear screams, but It is the raucous laughter of too much wine Noon in Sydney and New Year festive Rockets in the sky or perhaps I´m seeing a war that has not yet been declared or perhaps I have seen the future the holocaust of mankind, the last hurrah and the blow of a whistle calling full time... Whatever it was I saw spectacular colours like rubbing ones eyes when tired and seeing mystical rainbows belonging to an unknown existence.