Anthem
       

His face, a flag, fades
and folds into
what it once was—

in death, an anthem
to itself. He is wave
after wave of what

promised to be
a good ride. Always
in four-wheel drive,

he is passenger
and pilot both.
The roll bar protects us

from breaking
our necks.
What we know

about him,
we know
without doors,

without windows,
without a roof.

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