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Friday, November 17, 2017
interdependence day (1988)
Fireworks celebrate the fourth of july sky over the gulf of Persia
And you’re in italy sleeping off a siesta,
The planes passengers crossing the channel to their homes
Smelling of Lebanese meats and spices, the sound of silly
Children happy to see daddy, spouse’s complaint of the local
Vicious dog that terrorizes the innocent meter reader doing daily duties
I’m pitching horseshoes in Oklahoma, taking aim
And firing with my lower lip silently chewed in contemplation
Pitching my shoe and hoping for a ringer the macho
Burst of fireworks resounds in my mind
And all I felt was disgust, and all I felt was this remorseful code
Dashdashdash dotdotdot dashdashdashing thru all the
Miles and differing wartime zones, and all I felt
From this celebration of isolation was nausea
My mind churning with the bloated floating dead
O spangled banner of america who’d guess you’re not an island
Though surrounded by mental waters you only
Lower your drawbridge to send out armed salesmen, what
Carrion you produce along the skyways of commerce!
What blisters swelling on the triggerfingers of ignorance,
What vain nationalism with your civil plights
And comdom-nation of others! And what say I of myself?
I’m america too, an isolatoe, but I think that think my nation
Hates thinking, knockout those with something to give
Wrap nature in disposable diapers and talcum the
Consciences by proclaiming I am
Not me! Swear it doesn’t hurt though the drought burns
Our pink skins like sonic insults! Independence day
Fade away like a pipe bomb, like a tummy ache, like
A cramp in the side, and shatter our illusory caskets!
published in the Midland Review #5, spring 1989
Oklahoma State University
titled "the fourth of july"
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