American Flag

Steve Chab

Poem

As a kid, my dad took me to decorate his mom’s grave with the same fake flowers prior to every Easter. One time he said,

“D’ya know what happens if you don’t pick these up after the holiday? They throw them in the dumpster.”

I assumed flags’d have a similar fate after Memorial Day.

Recently I walked past a small graveyard while pondering the popularity of communist ideology amongst modern American youth. I immediately wrote this poem.