The Fingers Feel the Feathers

The fingers feel the feathers

but forget

The air feels the slice

with a lack of memory

The tree however

will remember the arrow

for a hundred tears

The Flag Feels the Fingers

Our flag is the colour

of sun faded blood

A glim’s fire

triggers emotion

Hands of stumps will remember

the vote

forever.

Philip V. Coombs 1-2am