Remember! Remember!

Remember! Remember!
The sixth of November,
One day after the fun.

Spent fireworks display
In dark alleyways,
Shells of themselves to no one.

Sparkles lay sparkled
And bangers have banged,
Catherine's Wheel looks like it's beaten and hanged.

Candles from Romans,
What've they given us?
A short burst of flame,
Centurion dust.

Rockets and bottles
Once intimate friends,
Still live in the same street
But opposite ends.

Cold cooked potatoes
Stand deep in white ash,
Replanted in earth,
Unpicked for this bash.

The echoes have faded
There's no one to shout,
Whilst smouldering embers
Just pucker and pout.

The darkness returns
To the night as it will,
And even stray bangers
Lack yesterday's thrill.

Smoke lingers in noses
Not wanting to leave,
The very last mourner
Alone and bereaved.

Remember! Remember!
The sixth of November.
One day after the fun.