All the Flags
The way to history
can’t just disappear,
all those squares and strips
cut, pieced, stitched
into stripes, moons, bars
—fields of burning, bleeding stars.
All the flags strung up
and hoisted
by dirty, fraying, halyard nooses,
limp and tattered,
hung against the muted pulp
of grieving sky.
Gina Williams lives and creates in the Pacific Northwest. Her writing and visual art have been featured most recently by River Teeth, Okey-Panky, Carve, The Sun, Fugue, Whidbey Art Gallery, Palooka, Great Weather for Media, and Black Box Gallery, among others. Learn more about her and her work at GinaMarieWilliams.com
