#139 - flagging

20.5.20

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flagging

I am making a flag of it again

plastic wrap tincan

underpants hung out

orchestra’s lost socks

sigh

I am as by spirit

flagging

thongs fix it to a pole

base of which, mouthing

the solemn – here’s me

it’s an ugly head rear

one of these things can’t be helped

all night like this

some will say we’ve tied it on

but wasn’t it just there?

this bunting –

who died for it and why?

were they willing?

this is the something same through all seasons

and everywhere ragged and just about gone

lest we remember, patch it, import

by sweatshop e-bay just for instance

have you seen the obverse?

vacuum up the sunshine

how many colours, creeds

all with the same broken stars?

I can see the fists and cower

won’t ever know how to count

blue as the breeze and we believe

ask which of us will weather the weather

let us sing, shall we?

vanish there

here’s for perch

and leaf is leaving tree just now

a flourish with the flutter down

just about every bird

swings by darts off

other worlds and windows in them

they just don’t get it, do they?