Bruce McRae: Flag

  Flag It’s nights like this I ask myself, what is a flag? A fluttering symbol of a nation’s amplified psychosis. A blood-drenched rag dipped at the passing catafalque. A handkerchief to wave at the soldiers marching off to war, marching against human failure. Run it up the pole and see who salutes it. Use […]

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