The crackle of light separates into
Sparks that drape over me.

An anticipated BOOM jolts me
into a state of terror and Awe.

I see this beauty and recall

Warriors,
Ancestors,
And a 7-year-old boy who lost everything to this majestic assassin.

The explosives now screech out a familiar name
Paxon,
Paxon,
Paxon.

Beauty massacres the young

I am filed with joy and sadness
On this Memorial Day.