In the cool of the evening
of naieve-nationalist 4th
rumbling vollies explode
not far enuf from my windows,
fake thunder punctuated by
rattling firecracker vollies.
Just my contempt arises
at civic celebration
of naieve patriotism
by gunpowdered rifiling,
fake rifle vollies ripping
& tearing, shattering
sporadic fake rifle vollies...
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