Four Boys, One Convertible
Four boys,
A tan convertible
A warm summers day
1968
Four boys
Drove to Missouri
For Fireworks
Across the state line
One boy
Threw his cigarette
In the air, it landed badly
In the back seat
With the fireworks
Four boys
Friendship doomed
Angry families
Blame
Rage
One ruined car
Drivers leg is broken
Angry fathers
Relieved mothers
Feelings
One boy
Guilt-ridden
Wishing he had
Been less careless
One boy
Sightless
Eye gone
Things are awful.
Mother is crying
One boy
Drafted to Viet Nam
How bad can it be?
After the car fire?
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