4th Of July
There's explosions in the distance,
I imagine its what Egypt
must sound like or Syria
to an extreme degree.
We face paint the black sky
in the old Chinese calligraphy,
holding our babes,
nearer to the previous generation
than any other, remembering
where we were when we first
heard Jimi Hendrix’s rendition
of The Star Spangled Banner
and the casual aplomb
with which it was dismissed
over the snap of a
cheap pack of firecrackers.
William G. Davies has published in Diluted Ink, The Artistic Muse, Absinthe and many others. He is 2013 Poet Laureate for Perry County, Pennsylvania.
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