I have an eye
In the steak of America 
  The arrow flies from 
 the perfect front yard 
Right through 
   the heart of the eagle 
It fluttered to our feet

Feathered and disemboweled 
  It turns on the bbq spit
 at our feet
our stinking feet 
our putrid 
Beaches of Iwo Jima
Feat

A festival of podiatrists
Dancing awkwardly 
To the Tower of Power
“What is hip, tell me, tell me 
     if you think it’s real”

Big hint … it’s all a 
 red white and blue simulation     
   made out of 
 Fireworks … l’feu d’artifice
It looks like an eagle and an arrow 

August 4. 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME