written by me and my friend Malachi.

all hail the clicking heel, all will
regale the shrinking light
with grains of wedding rice, of salt,
of sands as fit a last brassy parade:
the marching band will soften
with its growing-distant drum,
the oscillating hand will stop
its waving soon enough, soon
enough;here now, the motorcade
hums gaily through the citizens’
applause and the children’s eyes
bronze faintly with the glint
of far-off fireworks,or firebombs,
or falling evening stars.

i think this is the most exciting poem i ever wrote now!
Thanks Malachi for the help.