The Fourth

You imagine

bruising the bully

who once burned you

with the firecracker

down your pants –

beating then cutting him,

exposing the bone and

watching him bleed

as you fork him

onto the barbecue –

as the coals

spit their fireworks:

everything red,

white and blue.

Grill marks stark

as prison bars

on the meat

as you celebrate

your freedom

and imagine.