Jun 7, 2007
She hovers above the casket
draped in the nation's flag:
the brute's widow keeping vigil
dutifully unfurls at sunrise.
Eyes closed, she lifts her arms,
imagining herself soar through
the still air— a banner of freedom
she knows will never last
because at sunset they will
bring
her
down
with
ropes
that
bind
her
ankles
to the
flagpost.
Labels: female, philosophy, poetry, politics
