William Logan

July 4th
January 22, 2020 Logan William

July 4th

 

Tarred roads starting to buckle,
dogs crawling to exile
beneath porches, bird cry stilled

 

after the racket, racket, racket of June,
I kneed into the branches
of the heavy-waisted maple

 

commanding the front yard
like some guard tower of Troy.
Blood-red fire-trucks

 

rolled thuggishly down the Point,
followed by medaled platoons
of wavering veterans, police in snowy

 

summer dress, dead-eyed public
servants—hands clasped above
their heads or waving to crowds

 

that cheered as the defeated do.
I would have cheered, too,
had they not reminded me

 

of the Greeks, most heroes
dead, hardly one not battle scarred,
taking their victory lap

 

as Achilles had done,
and from their chariots throwing candy
to the children of the Troia.

WILLIAM LOGAN’s latest book of poetry, Rift of Light, was published in the fall of 2017.