• limply, he hung the flag
    and in his hands he took
    his faith, so dimly shining
    and crushed it
    like glass
    the pieces of his reflection
    staring back at him from the floor.

    tin soldiers are prone to rust
    made for rough play
    boys throw them away
    with the ease of a full wallet
    allowances are made.

    just leave him outside
    with the rain on his face
    wetting the metal
    down on the porch
    and there where he stood
    one by one
    another drop fell.