My statehouse is flying the flag of the dispossessed
It cuts a hole for fatality to blow through
                                                             Tell me what
democracy looks like     maybe the hunkered the defiantly
bivouacked are onto something     I can buy my own flag
from Amazon with a wreath and watchtower     and a cutout
of a young man with bowed head I might have loved     for a penny
plus postage     what couldn′t I do with a slippery length
of black     stitch a slip     shroud my exposed head
fly off in the night to join the widows′ ranks
in the dust with my back to the one wall standing
you are not forgotten     you are not forgotten     you are not forgotten

(Fall 2011)