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?