the sound of a cork releasing
the wonders of an eighty dollar
bottle of wine
oozes affluence.
we listened to fireworks
to celebrate something
we all didnt believe in.
some were reminded of the killing
of brothers falling as they ploughed.
while we cheered.
(gunpowder exploding into the purple sky
and smoke drifting, forgotten, into the stars.)
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