Man on a bridge
shaking the flag
eyes shut tight
hands clutched white
cars going by
not many see
but
me
I hear the beeps
his pose doesn't shift
got his mind focused
on waving that flag.
Is there an end
to an eye for an eye
even after another
man has died
I wonder about
this son of a mother
as I cuddle my youngest
and weep for his brothers
Is there an end
to any of this
swirling
twirling
within the mist.
I drive on
making my way
the man with the flag
continuing to wave.
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