toasty as the rocket strikes that made
the red glare and barbeque smoke
bursting into the air
today this country’s running quite hot
as I hover near the grill and think
my burger well done or bloody
and the hotdog blistered or burned
oops forgot we’re having fried chicken
so will it be deep biting into a breast
or stripping legs or thin-meated wing?
where have they gone by the way
all the eagles?
is anyone explaining to the children
that bottle rockets were once artillery shells
and firecrackers the bombs that nearly
killed our fight for freedom?
and the enemy is no longer the British
but a fat neighbor smelling the roasting meat
and leaning on the fence with his hordes
and there’s nothing I can do
but watch
and wait
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