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
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2023
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