Oct 302013
 
In my room, by candles dim,
Fivefold stars I snip and trim;
I lay seven stripes artery red,
Bandages pulled from a punished head,
Interleave six white unbeaten blades,  
Emblems of our union won.
Next, for coronal--no, not that--
No crown;  no kingly, pointed hat,--
But a circlet of stars for constellation
Newly risen above our new nation.

That naked Liberty might go gowned,
Soldiers laugh and rally round-- 
Through long nights I pull the thread,
Hoop tight what hopes have gathered.

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