i.m. of Guido Fawkes, (born 1570, York, England—died January 31, 1606, London - Hanged, drawn and quartered.

Red-hot fire engines fly by like hot whirlwinds,
Squawking burning red machines
The brilliance of a sheen made not to burn,
Hot dragon breath in the fog
A red fire has engulfed the country
Gunpowder, treason & plot
Take care of my money! Take care of my family!
Red horses once set homes on fire,
Red runs through the walls of ample houses
Red runs like blood down palace walls
Red runs down anybody in the way,
The fire  alarms jump into the snoring masses,
Scares them awake
Flames spread along the ribbons of the roads:
Red horses are flying furiously. from Ukraine, the DCR
Palace marble melts under your feet,
Fire has its acolytes
Fire flies like whirlwinds,
Ominous hot dragon-breath

Remains smoulder
Then flare up in me,
An unerring eternal fire
Crystal and scorching.

Raise your eyes! —
Drop your veils
Red sky at night
Smells like cordite
Fireworks alight.
In grey-haired dreams I remember Guido Fawkes
And the poems of all our days lived without shackles.

I mourn my country,
Gone to hell in a handcart
abandoned by the world...
Silently inconsolably,
I raise my eyes
to this bonfire of the vanities
in the ponderous mirror
Amongst the poisonous grasses of a dead day
Morning comes on bloodless wings
And then the impenetrable darkness
Succeeds our souls, captive in caves.
And prayers humbled..