July 4th 2010

If you were here
you would be weeping
for your broken hearted dreams of country.
The pops songs, the drum beats, the cannonade
the glittering whistlers in the evening air. Would
cause tears to choke
your very breaths.
You left the country
you fought for
in your mind.
The proof of your
service, a whiff of
cordite in the breeze.