On July Fourth I wanted to fuck her,
Before the few remaining nations of the earth,
Before the heavenly walls made of jasper.
On July Fourth,
In the new Jerusalem, all their crystal is worth
One second at most of the red firecracker,
Each tonnage an ounce of our mirth.
And those heavens fell down with her pleasure,
And no one girl on earth could come better,
And no one else’s prayer could go so far north
On July Fourth.
-- Tom Will is a poet alive and living in America. He has, to date, published 5 collections of poetry. You can find him on twitter at: @TomWill72550626.
