recruitment program…

bodies
piled high
around
the flag pole
shoring up
what’s left
of
a ragged
flag freedom
a flag

wavering
atop
a greed
infesting
staff
of
reason
rotting corpses
of
hope
stacked
to
hold back
the gale
of
self-interest
that grows
stronger
everyday
so
more
bodies
are
carted in
however
more
will be
needed
but
volunteers
are
hard
to find

thoughts while reading her sedoka…

her tears are her words
pages filled with memories
memories of nights by his side

memory’s journal
pages stained with her lost dreams
dreams once as real as warm flesh