Last Gleaming
Oh say,
by
the
early
light.
Can you see
the entropy heir
(plane in a perilous stream)
gleam
free and
full-circle?
Can you see
the twilight dust
evacuate
from the twins'
bursted
womb?
Can you see
two hundred eighty
million chips
hail
out of hand
on stolen land?
Oh say
And can you see
wide wreckage,
smashed and bombed,
lurch
through homes
of how and what now?
And can you see
the threaded ashes,
memories waving,
stitch
an old Dream
with fifty scars?
And can you see
a brave man
on ramparts
stand,
red and raptured,
communing with a paper bag?
Oh say,
by
the
last
gleaming.
Copyright © Andrew Gallagher | Year Posted 2008
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