your finger is over there

I think one of
your fingers is over
there, under the grille,
I tell the man wearing
the red white
and blue flag underpants
after he
lights
a cherry bomb
that went off in his hand.
grab some ice
and your finger
and go over to the tent
I tell him.
not the hot dog tent,
the other one with the red cross
on the top.
they're sewing fingers
and thumbs back
over there.
he pours some jack daniels
onto the bleeding
wound,
and says, thanks man,
happy fourth.
go USA.