a horror vision of Old Glory
flash front in my windowed agony
blaring red white red blue whipped
o'er my tinny head, clang of rope
on sheer metal drop, fills my lungs
hallowed howling into coming night
a sign of death's head agony
I am scrambling back
thin hiss of compression breaks
rabble of rabble of voices
on the shores of fallen south american kings
african kings world kings
jack boots ground beef faces underneath
all this on my dying bed
fading spring sky thinning blood
tearing at the tears running from
wasted veiny dry eyes sandpaper eyes
stumbling stammering washed out
in gory gory grays of twilight horror
a hell america a demon banner
a stalking army a lusting flag
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