Raja Rocket.

Raja Rocket. 
—
The sound of death,
I imagine to be, 
A muffled pop 
Up in the dark skies
Made by a diwali rocket raja 
— 
Flare snare umbilical crackle jettison
Ricochet spectacle riotous flames
Thunderous roar snip stump 
Crying, kookaburra, piping shrill 
Skittering, whistling, screaming whistles 
Erupt force field gravity 
Death defying gravity 
Lineaments shrill throttle 
— 
Erupting from the glass vessel 
Where he lay limp and slanted 
Lit by a cheetah's fight match 
That extinguished his slumber 
With a full throttle snake hiss
—
Levitating for a brief second 
With sparks flowing from his gills
What an anticipation in generates
When sparks ricochet on ground 
And Raja throttles for take off 
—
Drafting the pale 
Thrusting for take off 
With a snake hiss and spark tongue
With a snake's hiss and spark tongues 
Snake's hiss and spark tongue
Deafening the tenement homes 
With spark tongue and snake hiss
Snake's hiss and spark tongue 
Deafening the air waves
With a hissing screaming whistle 
Shocking the 
Screaming whistle 
Whistling in 
From where it slanted lay
Slaying the guardian air 
Unleashing
—-
Knifing though the cold air
Dropping garlands of sparks
Dragon carrier of flames 
Hissing and releasing smoke
As it speeds into the night 
—- 
As it ascends to the sky 
Releasing smoke and stares 
Hypnotic stare 
Offloading garlands of spark flames
Dropping dragon skein of flames 
Garlands of flames 
Burst flames burnt crack and pop
Reverb mild echo 
Mild echoes ricocheting 
The pop across October skies 
That shot up skyward 
With great gumption 
Bellowing like a beast
Lighting the moment
With electric flare 
Jetting up in which direction
You could never really tell, 
Sulphur tinctures your nose 
Cinder clouds your eyes 
But in the blink of an eye 
Rocket Raja has bolted
Some Raja's were known to stall, 
Unwilling to take off, even with 
Prodding and re-lighting
Laying limp and still-born;
Rest in peace, Raja 
On even rarer occasions, 
After a somnambulists silence
The wick would erupt in a flare
And blow up the beer bottle 
Melting the ground in fury 
Rarity of an eclipse 
Look at him
His majesty
His movements 
His suave 
So confidant 
So arresting 
Charming motherfucker
Releasing trails of sparks 
Then there is a silence 
And everything gets dark
You see nothing 
Only the warm glow of a cinder
The raja rocket is shooting 
What a spectacle of stars 
Scribbling spark lines 
Against October skies 
The movement get slower 
The spark trails are dimmer 
The last flush of sparks appear 
Released from the gills 
Hiss, weep, core, glow, charcoal 
Muffle, 
The core is still glowing 
Painting sparks of 
Up to the stars 
The trail is dimmer
The sparks are softer 
Then a sharp pop 
Upward and 
Cloud your eyes
With 
Shooting skyward
I imagine it freezing 
At some planar moment
Releasing that sigh
Of a muffled pop. 
At the time of the sound
I imagine it suspending
Operations in thin air 
Releasing the last sigh 
Into the laughing silence 
Of the universe 
The remains gently descending
Into an inflorescence of soft glowing cinder 
Streaking patterns of 
Very rarely, you encounter the stump
Burnr remains of a soul that lived 
The splendour of an ascendense 
Replete with the regalia of the king 
Soul of sivakasi, 
Wrenching hands of boys and girls
Creating this mythic pygmalion 
That still hold the fertile imagination 
Of men past their prime. 
-// 
What would the vapor of death be like? 
And with what fragrance? I know not, 
But I imagine, the sound, yes the sound
Of death is clear in my head 
—
What would the vapor of death be like? 
What fragrance, what 
Does death have a shape? 
Upland deciduous mist? 
After Shooting skyward 
With 
Earthward