Fireworks by Deborah Chandra (poem)

Fireworks:

Hiss, howl, rush,
A thunderous roar,
Wild beasts burst into fiery hoards.
To mix with:
Shadows in the sky,
Flashing teeth and tiger eyes
Sizzling tongues,
Leopard spots,
Lion mouths,
Red, round and hot.
Bristling claws climb the night,
Golden, glowing balls of light.
They pounce and crawl,
There there
                                      Now there
                                                                           And there
Burning, trembling in the air to fade
Falling on earth below,
Soft as milkweed,
Silent as snow.


By Deborah Chandra