The Fireworks Bird

The fireworks bird steals the golden apples
 of the sun in the dark, startles them
 into a whoosh, a bang, crackle, fizz, swirl,
 whistle, flash, burst, sputter, hiss, whizz,

 a cornucopia of colours, toffee-apple
 sweet, pie and peas hot, bonfire
 toffee gooey flicks out molar fillings,
 write your name with sparklers night.

 The fireworks bird lights its nest
 of collected wood and a penny for the stuffed Guy Fawkes to blaze into a grey ash circle morning,
 damp earth and empty explosives.

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