All Flag
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