All Flag

Phillip Shabazz is the author of three poetry collections, and a novel in verse. His poetry has been included in the anthologies, Literary Trails of the North Carolina Piedmont: A Guidebook, and Home Is Where: Afri…

Phillip Shabazz is the author of three poetry collections, and a novel in verse. His poetry has been included in the anthologies, Literary Trails of the North Carolina Piedmont: A Guidebook, and Home Is Where: African-American Poetry from the Carolinas. Some previous publication credits in journals include, Fine Lines, Galway Review, Hamilton Stone Review, Hamline Lit, Impossible Task, ImpSpired, K'in, Mason Street Journal, New Critique, On The Seawall, and the Sky Island Journal.

By Phillip Shabazz

a bloody bandage from a regime 

a rag revolving the red cross 

an old bleach in the eye

a tumor bloated infection 

a badge on hairless skin 

a spit poisonous sucked by the tongue

a torch to incinerate a black Jesus 

a fire on the sepulcher come resurrection 

and not the hidden self-portrait 

at some picnic, but the public crucifixion by

armed foot soldiers strapped to projectiles 

armor bred ballistic ships

a flag armed with a thousand blizzards 

a flag the same public crucifixion 

and slamming the same oven doors because 

a flag highjacks Liberty  

and knocks her teeth out

an idol weaned on 

a polyp—have you seen its face with a name because

a brain cell past the sell-by such 

and such date engineers viruses used 

as blow weapons because 

a flag bleeds armor in the street  

a flag bleeds all itself

and all the stars here

and all the stars to come

 

 

 

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