 
Anthem
by Antler
Not standing when Star-Spangled Banner played
     by Milwaukee Symphony in outdoor amphitheatre
         beside Lake Michigan near downtown Milwaukee
     before the Beethoven's Ninth Concert,
Everyone else standing, everyone else singing,
Putting my head in one hand as it plays so heroic,
Thinking of all the Persian Gulf War dead,
     Iraqi soldiers buried alive in trenches
         or strafed as they retreated,
     women and children bombed in Baghdad airraidshelter,
         the 2O-year-old from Wauwatosa
     killed by "friendly fire" on my birthday,
Thinking of My Lai, Wounded Knee, Dresden, Nagassaki,
Thinking back to Washington Park bandshell
     2O years ago Vietnam War era
One summer eve the Star-Spangled Banner
     played before Pagliacci
And not standing then, everyone standing,
     not singing then, everyone singing,
Remembering the hateful threats and curses whispered
    behind me.
now no curses or threats, only singing sadly and sweetly
    mothers and fathers whose voices seem
        soft-spoken and sorrowful too
    as if they think me Vietnam Veteran
        remembering his bestfriend killed there
    and remember their bestfriend
        killed in World War II or Korea,
no tone of defiant patriotism to my ears,
no growl of rage in the melody,
Only a sound of many Melancholy voices trying
     to sound cheerful, hopeful, trying
         to believe we still are
     the great nation we were taught we were
           and thought we were
     in gradeschool
No tone of hate or scorn--as if they understand
     why I will never stand
         for the Star-Spangled Banner
     or the American Flag again.
America became Ecotopia and Ecotopia's flag is the Wilderness
     and Ecotopia's National Anthem is the wind.
                   
America loved itself so much
                    
     it became Ecotopia
         after all.
Now we play no National Anthem
And need no Symphony or amphitheatre
     or downtown or Milwaukee
As we sit and listen to crickets
     and watch fireflies as it gets dark
         in hot July along the pure fresh-water shores
     of Great Lake Michigan.
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