Un-unity

For the ones who know

Truthfully, I have never yearned to know
myself. Never wandered the lonely clouds
on the back of a tricolor flag amidst the
emeralds.

Never traveled the history, counting words
lost, and heroes made martyrs, or worse,
historically immaculate figures.

A debris of trophies, statues, memorials
to people whose names are lost along
with the bullets which led them astray.

But God blows no trumpets for these
spirits. No heavenly calling to lead them
unto the gates. No tribute of David's last
song, sung by the midnight hour.

Youth knows no bounds here. Always
seeking a respect their fathers earned.
Always swaying to and fro, throwing
eyes at those unfortunate enough to
have lived without living. Seeing the flag
of the dead, but not seeking to understand
the unity.

Green, white, orange. Once a union, but now...
a prop for the door. A joke for the stand-up
comedian... A memory, borne on the years
of the ancient and dying.