Standing … Glaring at all
   Who dares to look at him!
   The flag draped 
    over his shoulders 
   The grizzled man is cloaked 
   in the skin of a 
  newly slaughtered 
4 point buck
The blood dripping down
his face… his body ,
it runs past his flaccid 
  over large member
     Scarred from decades of
        Misuse

     The antlers protrude
   from his thinning pate
 catching on the doorway 
as he turns and runs
   from the butcher shop
    a vegan nightmare spirit 
     quickly stripped
     of his ghoulish obsessive
      costuming

  The American Flag falls away
  He runs, naked, 
out into the 
   busy city streets 
Only to be mowed down 
   by speeding 
Transcontinental Bus
Smashing him into a grotesque 
    but ultimately wearable pelt

  The shocked passengers were
Escaping out of the crowded 
   Paranoia of the city under siege 
   Out on to the open highway 
    fleeing to the arctic tundra 
      They have now lost 
      their reluctant freedom
    They will state as much
in their hastily conceived 
  sworn statements 
before entering the
  Witness Protection Program 

SGL Brunswick, ME 1/12/26