Flags Poem by Bryan Riley

So what if I stole your thought?
It's not like its never been
done before; it's not like you
can't think up another one
'Borrow' is a better term; I
prefer that to the notion that
I may just have taken your
last-ever synapse

That's what we do- stealing
little pieces of each other
melding this, discarding that-
seeking to become one perfect
creature through our symbiosis

A flag of distress, or whatever you said-
But I will ride forth in a proverbial
blaze of glory, their blood still
drying on my hands, bearing a
flag not of triumph, or symbiosis,
or surrender,
but of annihilation