Another 4th

Here we are
at another 4th
of July, going
the motions.
The requisite
parade of uniforms
and marching
bands beating
down in the village,
the fireworks
blowing up
at the beach
tonight. Despite
them, though,
despite the square-
jawed determination
and flag-waving
everyone knows.
Everyone knows
the dream is sliding
into the sea, being
foreclosed upon,
and packed away
by the fortunate
few and buried
somewhere off-shore.
But the show must
go on, at least
until they’ve stolen
every last penny
and the announcement
is made: No fireworks
due to a lack of funds.
In the meantime,
God bless America.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.