Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Day for patriots

So we cannot forget the bitter taste of gunpowder on our tongues.
So we may sweat alcohol, through our shirts, shoulder to shoulder, beneath fiery rain.
So we may illuminate the faces of our sons with sparks, as if God, shooting from their very hands.
So hot, the other children's faces are invisible beyond the tips of their lit instruments.

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