He lit one and threw it up
to the sky, a Fourth of July for
the dead. Fireworks crackling across
epitaphs, the doomed souls
waiting for Judgment Day. The
Heavens opened in response, pouring
down rain.
It was a long trudge back through
the moorland. Sister and brothers fast
asleep as he crawled back into bed
with muddy feet, grinning over her
astonishment of explosions in the sky.