Ad-Libya Poem by Aaron Byrne

tracer fire are our shooting stars.
in lines, following
like insects, ants.



fireworks,
watch them, sparkling
through the sky.
their lights, spark the fuse,
sizzling and hissing down the wire,
explosions,
smoke is our cloud,
eject.
we shoot the bullets,
like heroin through our veins,
addicted.
no end in sight til we reach the high
we miss.

lie on the hills, on the sand,
and watch the fireworks.
make a wish on the anti-aircraft fire.