| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| A Letter Poem (America's New War) ~Supposing my worst fear comes true~ My Country 'Tis Of Thee, Sometime this past week I became p a t r i o t i c. At least that is how it would appear, having bought a card with a pop American flag to tape in my windshield. Driving on I80 consider me in kahoots with you and your flags on the back of your motorcycles and clipped to your car antennas. But in actuality I drive my '84 Cutlass, rolling around as a self-professed pacifist and border-line grassroots anarchist. And my scotch-taped old glory rides along to represent my friend deployed.... My soulsister off fighting for my right to smoke my cigarettes and write this poem. She is uprooted and in action because right now those of us who will forget why we sent her two years from now insist patriotically our presence and immediate retaliation be made. My flag voices my prayers, whispered by my tears, not for my country but my love; my sparkling blue-eyed girl with blonde hair like the wheat of our Kansas fields. That she be protected as she protects me tonight. That she might feel my love while we are psychologically and geographically worlds apart, and let it free her momentarily. Let it give her peace for a minute or two, splintered from eternity. Let her freedom ring. |
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