The Flag

it hung there like a noose around the neck of a people a road map in red and black with a series of right turns this destination unknown to me a child half of twenty-one father was seeking shocked at what he found his stare a chisel to stone a large oak desk the trio who sat behind it bald, boots, tattoos with menace and calm grabbed hold of our eyes aborting peripheral vision a three second eternity chilled the air then the middle one chirped may we help you