The smell of smoke excites
My tempest mind
The vault door’s cracked
Safe unlocked
I've dug out the powder
Bombs have been broken out
I’ve played every part
Expected of me
Recited each scripted line perfectly
I graduated and checked the slate
Found marks in the ledger
That didn’t relate
I’ll set the table
Carve the roast
You take your ease
You deserve the most
The smell of roasting hog
Permeates the air
Neighbors won’t be long
You thought I would
Stay for a while?
Pull up a chair?
I'm celebrating
My Independence day
It’s only right you
Watch me walk away
From the bridges you built
As they burn in
Bursting glory
A demonstration of
Everything I beheld
As your ward and folly
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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