Independence Day

My life ended
On the Fourth of July
Hot dogs vended
On my day to die

So fly high
Are the rockets’ paths
I light mine
At the neighbor’s cats

She meets me on
The covered bridge
We are long gone
From Lover’s Ridge

I broke her heart
Now I see why
She breaks apart
Now I must die

We loved and roamed
I broke and shattered
She’s not bemoaned
I fell so tattered

I cut across and down
My cold blood seeps
I fear no h*** or hound
Yet still, blood weeps

I fly high
As the rockets’ paths
To the sky
By so smoky glass

I am dead
So go out and play
Feel no dread
On my Independence Day