Cross Of St George Poem by victoria foister

'Each man had a liver, a heart, a brain, and a flag.
these were his vital organs.
on these his life depended.'
- Christopher Logue, Professor Tucholsky's facts.

It just flutters in a summer breeze
that piece of cloth,
the one that drives a nation on its knees.

It just displays itself on its pole
that piece of cloth,
the one that makes the steel stomachs of grown men grow proud and bold.

It just rises over a herd of tends
that piece of cloth,
the one that temps the coward to cave.

It just fly's across the field
that piece of cloth,
the one that will outlive the blood you bleed.

How could you acquire such a cloth?
Just ask for a flag, my love.
Then blind your conscience until the end.

And off you go.

-09/05/2015-