spied over
illicit rooftop visit
shining for miles
blasting holy glitter
on cloudy night
and muddy waters
glowing from the bridges
and the old towers
these mercantile dreams
made real with gunpowder
centuries still
Let this magic
never fade
from our red-blooded veins;
let us always retain
this rough-trade explosive crazy
that somehow,
against all odds
keeps us free.
