Burn all flags except the flesh

Burn all flags except the flesh,
the banner hung from bone.
Soul, burn the five stars down to ash.
Burn the crescent moon.

Kiss the tits, the low brown stars
cresting heaving hills.
Kiss the folded belly scar,
kiss the testicles.

Kiss, oh, kiss the crescent slit,
uncover the full moon,
till the body present-lit
burns and does not burn.

Comments

Larry said…
Wow, very powerful.

Maybe the first "stars" should be withheld in deference of the second?

I also find "present-lit" a bit baffling.

But it's a wonderful poem.

Larry
1:19 AM
Jee Leong said…
Thanks, Larry, for the comments. Glad you find something to like.

Jee Leong
9:29 PM
Anonymous said…
fabulous poem Jee Leong I experienced it as playfully falling from the horrid inescapable flag-symbol realm into something worthwhile that makes me smile & feel warm -Greg
11:11 PM
Jee Leong said…
Glad you like the poem, Greg. I like making people smile and feel warm.

Jee Leong
11:14 AM
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