Saturday, 20 April 2013

Car Bomb

Like a chemistry teacher’s sulphurous party piece,
the white flare balloons

from the balaclava-black horizon
long before the bang.

We know at once exactly what it is.
And when the sound makes

toward us from the headland end of town,
it does so at an affable trot,

as though a last great lightning-strike
has shown its face and gone.

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