Wednesday, July 4, 2012

"A More Internal View of the Fourth" by Victoria Santamorena



Fire balloons of the sky

unfold like lilies blossoming

and burst like blinking devil's eyes

colors fading, brightening

Consume the blackness and assuage

the quietness of the fading stars

cascading down from a freckled sky

dust flecks falling, sparkling

from the heavens like tears of gods



The cracking of some Titan's whip

ringing boldly in the air,

like the cry of a bitter eagle

the deep, dark void converging with the

sunbursts of liberty

swallowed by screams and sirens

swallowed by the wonder of men in awe

nestled in the comfort of tattered lawn chairs

and smiling



Pink-lobster bodies sprawled on the grass

feeling the way America feels,

tickling the generations with

Exposed skin and canisters full of the sweet

foam and froth of taverns

the ale of freedom and the quench of alcoholic smog

that was the Whiskey Rebellion



All is ablaze with a neon glow

all is alight with the rain of fire

eyes wide and rustic with the taste

of Americana

Crimson, indigo, and purity

woven into bands

signs waving against the sky.

Give me liberty or give me death.

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