Celebrating the Anniversary of Freedom's Birth of Death
Spiral in the night, explode;
and let me gaze upon your uselessness as I vomit near this grave;/
...this unmarked grave.
Alas but this is celebration,
celebrating one so free as to weep besides your dying mother, starving in the streets.
To weep besides your dying father and your dying dreams.
Which is why we fire rockets to the sky,
to gaze upon them blindly as our freedoms pass us by.
To gaze upon owlishly and hoot upon their majesty;
we call it freedom;........
...yes.
..................The
...........................freedom
................................... .........to
................................... ................die.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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