In field of grass, auto’s light crawls
A field of cars in noble cause.
On desert wind, a hint of dust
the sun beyond the eve of dusk.
All friends gathered, under pale night
anxiously wait, sound and light.
Into sky, far ‘bove our heads
lightning crowns, stars violet bled
and thunder rolls, oh cannon’s dread.
Upon falling star, to sky once more,
the prisms dance to happy roar.
And from one, many, oh pregnant pause,
hell unleashed, to mad applause.