Phantom Fireworks Poem by Dillon Gay

Such a beautiful day of bliss
Interrupted by something that was amiss
Why are there fireworks in the sky?
In the middle of the day; I wonder why?

So big... they are not bursting
Of gas, they are not thirsting
The fireworks are not stopping
No bright lights or loud popping

As they pass over the horizon
Could this be a deadly con?
Could these be Phantom Fireworks?
The idea only lurks

Then, a sudden realization comes to mind
Not mentioning this would be kind
From the other side comes a roar
With missiles from the other side starting the nuclear war