Voices on the Wind Voices of Protest
splitting flags by jacob erin-cilberto two brothers sat chairs apart states apart, on the same porch where they conversed just months ago tying the knot between them tighter the rope of blood connecting, the frays unseen at the time, voices concluding kinship overrides politics never to be severed and yet, consequences tear the flag in half and a new banner waves God Bless America becomes two separate entities the chairs face each other in battle the porch swing flies like bayonets in the wind and the awkward silence is the breeze that moves the chimes in prayer the empty chairs a family now in brevity as parents weep for two brothers perhaps reunited in clouds of empathetic longing on a sky's porch that sees the souls sitting in two chairs conversing in a rain of medal-ed memories.