Francis Raven
2125 14th St. NW #332
Washington DC 20009
It’s hard to know which religion bows before
unnaturally blue and yellow flowers. Their deistic haircuts, conundrum headdresses, offer few clues
and yet his white button up shirt could have appeared
in a folk dance
I might have once seen. This is America of course, as globalization nevertheless entails that we remain
in one country
at a time. The back of the procession moves to the front
and the front stays put.
This appears to be a battle formation in a boulevard’s bitter island, monument which is hidden
by a carefully turning oak. That’s a description of the time of year. However, the descriptions their jackets make on their shirts
sound like mourning, but it’s too public to be a funeral. Nevertheless, their outfits remain the same;
however, their hand-cobbled shoes kick waterbottles, technologically.
So they only wear this garb during ceremonies and that’s not really an answer
as to why their expressions appear more patriotic than religious, save for the cameras.