Sunday, January 11, 2009

January 11, 2009

The American flag that hangs
above my roommate's bed is thin
and lets light through in the mornings.

I, an amateur patriot, would never
consider the stars and stripes a veil-like
or otherwise see-through symbol.

So why, as I search for something
to describe, am I so drawn
to the fading red and blue
that so weakly hides a framed America?

Am I, in my innermost Stein, critical?
Or, are the tongues of the tribunal
so thirsty for blood, I would
cut out my heart just to slake them?

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