I see our country’s in distress–

flags upside-down are proof.

But a house is not a warship–

no need to fly them there.

 

Flying a tainted travesty,

Justice Alito blamed his wife

as Adam blamed his Eve.

 

 

With clenched  teeth, my neck tenses up.

My eyes dart back and forth

searching for an escape

from this uxorious justice

itching to immunize

a  tyrant in training.

 

Followers of Trump flip our flag.

Upside down and dizzy,

I feel my stomach clenching.

 

Their slogan is ass-backwards.

I totter, turned around,

 at their blasphemy, retching.

 

Surely, I’m not alone,

angry at this impious rite,

perverted and gut-wrenching.

 

What is a flag but symbol?

inverted, now a tissue

of lies and insurrection

 

How will I reclaim it?

How will we replant it?

How does my I become a We?