This is the first poem from my sonnet sequence titled SOUTHERN FICTIONS. It first appeared in CALLALOO: Confederate Flag Issue. I'm still trying to answer the question, "What does it mean?"
Cannot bear very much reality.
T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton
My father drapes his battle-flag across
a backroom window. If I tried to tell
him why I wish he wouldn’t, I’d have hell
to pay. Or else I’d end up sounding crass
and smug. It’s just not worth it. Let it pass.
I squelch my fury at this flag and all
it means, the stubbornness, the pride, the gall
of my own people trying hard to pass
the buck, as if what happened never did
exactly, or even if it did, it doesn’t mean
what “they” think: something awful-- racist swill
and all that liberal junk. I know the truth hid
out those days in silence, but, what does it mean,
this flag? Refusal to admit our guilt?
Causes Kathryn Byer Supports
Any environmental causes to keep our Southern mountains and our planet from devastation. Conservation Trust of North Carolina Nature Conservancy ADC,com...