On a bogus hill, a man stood in self defence and shot himself, clean through the heart of the white flag that hung breezily around his neck, like a neckerchief in situ
A calm reverence, self awareness, had positioned itself, 'enough' shone in the deaf hours before daylight begs, dislodging sad meanings from ungrateful dictionaries.
You bought words, they lead you, rocked a changed lullaby....au revoir, checking the white flag of departure, arrival of metal, red bled wounds, flag swaying, stained under surrender