Gunpowder

Our ship caught
In a wormhole hurtled
Across not just our galaxy
But our universe we crashed
On a world not unlike medieval
Earth though the dominant species
Look odd to us they act like us so
We fashion gunpowder from salt
Peter sulfur and charcoal but
It will not ignite and we are
Surrounded not just by
The natives but by a
Realization our
Old laws of
Physics
And
Chemistry
Do not apply
Here but magic
Does and we are
In a Halloween
Night far from
Home hoping
They may
Take
Candy
As we no
Longer have
Gunpowder.