The Flag (Poem)

the flag has been absent for over a week

better now as there’s room

around the bare pole gulls fly

dropping feathers and shit and food

no one misses that scrap of red white and blue oppression

too precious to be soiled by common life

let someone put it away on their American altar

it has lost its promise for the rest of us

and only hangs a threat

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