After the bonfire...

NOVEMBER THE SIXTH.
The firemen go past
here all the time.
Blue light flashing
siren sounding.
They reach their destination
drive round the block
radio in:
"It's another false alarm."
In the morning you walk
past an empty house.
The doors are charred
the glass in the window frames
has gone.
It smells like
November the sixth.
PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED IN COWARDY CUSTARDS LAST STAND IN SALFORD.