the white flag

do you see the white
flag. yes. that's my
hand holding it up
in the breeze. i am
hunkered down behind
the dunes, behind
the barbed wire i've
constructed to keep
you out. no need
to be angry anymore,
no need to bleed or
bore me with your
volley of words
and accusations.
let the bullets stop.
accept the flag as
a fond farewell and
let's call it a day.