The Emperor’s sword
Razor-sharp to my neck
Or a woman’s hurtful word
Piercing to the spiritual core
Of my wounded soul!
How to measure
Which is worse?
Perhaps, I could learn to live
Vilified and country-less
With no flag to burn
In sacred ashes,
But how to forget her breath
Warm against my face
Or sweet upon my thigh
And yet remember
A reason to survive?
To be utterly rejected
By a woman’s heart
Is truly the definition
Of homelessness and exile.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-flag-to-burn/
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