Today, today, today, but not tomorrow.
Today, in a field, in a town called Blue Hill
1,685 little white flags were picked up
in alternate rows and
the grass, various plants and even new (small) trees
was mowed
and the flags were replaced
only now there were 1,702.
I picked up flags and I put flags back.
I wondered, was it one less dead and one more alive?
As placed back, did they die again?
Each flag was in a row with other flags
many flags, many lives.
The sign in the front of the natural, mowed field has a sign with new numbers
1,702 American soldiers, 25,178 Iraqi civilians. The old numbers almost visible behind the new ones.
What if one were my son, your son, anyone’s?
How many more?
