Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Nation

The Nation by Gwendrina

Kneeling in the dawn's
distant light,
she takes up her flag
with bullet holes as stars,
stripes stained
from black smoke, musket fire --
and weeps.

She wants to wash-out war,
fill the loss
with days that gleam.
Scenes and sentiments
that hoist the mind
and keep it flying
at full mast.

A banner
that badgers the wind
for impossible change.

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