No roman candles required
no crackling black cat packs
a farmer match and a piece of birch bark
a brush pile full of yellow jackets
Two of their soldiers had tied to prove that they held the west side of the yard
one in my thigh
the other on my right hand
my trigger finger
At dusk I crept across their perimeter
I sang Sousa
"Stars and Stripes Forever"
Take that you hornet bastards !
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