That night <br />the skies had agonies <br />of sneezes <br />and coughs <br />and paroxysms of colored <br />smoke, <br />fumes, <br />curly and dispersed <br />tails of disappearing <br />dragons, <br />phantoms <br />and evil spirits, <br />shot and almost killed <br />by bullets <br />and rockets of hope <br />and shouts of hope <br />and cheers of hope. <br /> <br />Wounded was the sky. <br />Wounded was that night. <br />The first morning came <br />almost looking healed.<br /><br />WILLIAM SIENES III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-before-the-new-year/
