Tracer bullets in the night sky, Aleppo seen
From a hotel veranda, I hear screams, but
It is the raucous laughter of too much wine.
Noon in Sydney and New Year festive
Rockets in the sky or perhaps I'm seeing
a war that has not yet been declared or
perhaps I have seen the future, the holocaust
of mankind, the last hurrah and the blow
of a whistle calling full-time...Whatever it was
I saw spectacular colours like rubbing one's
eyes when tired and seeing mystical rainbows
belonging to an unknown existence.
