Sparklers/Bottle Rockets
By Electric Koolaid

It's as if God lit this fuse
Blasting red-hues
Conceived in a twisted yarn,
Burning white like ebony
In a slow-consume;
Casting strobed shadows,
A long caterwaul of silhouettes
Ebbing in the dark light;
Trapped in their descent
The ash slowly builds beneath it,
Life burning away moment-by-moment
As one sun sets, a sunrise begins
Elsewhere
Just as the fuse reaches critical mass
And the firework lights
Making its way into the Heavens
Exploding into all its glorious intent.