Cloth and yet.  Not.

Regal with grim knowledge.

Boots thick with blood mud.

Guns without conscience.

Courage and cowardice.

Love and demise.

All the big moments.

Waving broadly overhead.

Faster with wind and time.

Faster with hate and freedom.

Stop.

When we stop looking up.

America down below.

The weight of history.

Better.  Worse.

Still she tries.  Like a comfort mother.

Wanting to see us one last time.

Who we were.  Who we are.

Who are we?

And still, she waves.  

We are her.  Tall.  Brave.  Alone.

Withering with hate.

Withering without empathy.

Holding memory in every star.

In every stripe.

Helpless up above.

Waving.  Watching.

Waiting for hope.  The wind.  Again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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