Lamarckism By Flag Poem by Julia Luber

Diplopia envelopes the stars and stripes. A twin image emanates
from its folds, like a shadow laying tangent to the sun. Somehow
a panacea for cloning intelligently when it comes to countries has
never held fort in the development of nation making. And nobody
is creative enough to understand what could become of that Old Glory.
How it is now marching: down boulevards, through cloistered alley-
ways. Even into hiding. Whatever it is somehow disappears behind
a wall and reappears in all new colors, with a whole new insignia too.

Am I not seeing correctly? Has a Lamarckism mutated from Global Warming?
Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe we are better than what came before us……
maybe that need to spin off of rules and regulations somehow bonded with
an intoxicated sun, beaming down too weak to burn off the spawn of our noxious
evolution….our inventions, our hunger, our desire and capacity to go, go, go!
And the reflex reflection is a new flag, struck by a delusion that it is somehow
like something authentic and original and real and meant to be….as we are being
tricked, while tricking has become so accepted, accommodated, even encouraged.

I am seeing double. The red, white, and blue exploding into stars has become
a standard generic systematic nomenclature of predominantly primary colors.
Something feels so predictable and so overtly understood. Something feels so
empty of mystery and history. Something feels so vacuumed out and bold with
no clear allegiance that we can stand in tribute to together. We have fallen apart.
We have dilapidated, degenerated, disassociated, collapsed into what we think makes
of us adults. Like a system. Like an instruction manual. Like a habit, a repeated and
unchanging regularium that somehow composes what so many think of as a familiar life.

But there is nothing familiar about this intoxicated collapse into our basest privacies.
There is nothing formidable about this strange adulteration of so much we associated
with childhood. Rainbows. Unicorns. Leprikhans. You should know who has committed a murder for thrills. You people should know; so that I don't have to know alone. That
might be a more appropriate flag. That is what it should really stand for.That is what is happening inside the sun. Somebody is knowing who kills for thrills.Somebody is knowing that alone. And it has nothing to do with sex and nothing to do with community and nothing to do with anything that any of you know anything about. Except that

the Killer is amongst yourselves. And you need a new flag to acknowledge that.