Americans Setting Fires

our blazes now

signal only faded glory

facades of parchment

paper over

our revolution story

the few of us remaining

that have a faith to keep

grip our pistols tight

and set ablaze

this sickly barn of sheep

Nightburst

a random burst

like a powder cloud

ignited mid air

flowers its fire

in the Queens night

people file out

onto the heated summer streets

among the blazing

night lights

and screaming sirens

silhouettes hum

in their beautiful New York Babel

among the firemen

laden with gear

and bored police

not happy to be here

under watch

of darkened windows

we soak in

the rain-touched

New York night