
Aster Lit: Reprise
Issue 13—Spring 2025
fading flag
Dante de Jong, United States
part I.
the principal, with a voice
flat as sidewalk pavement
recites the pledge of allegiance
to the flag on the back wall
it hangs low, in maroon, gray,
and whatever shade the sky is
at the end of a long day
most don’t stand up anymore,
not since we learned we didn’t have to—
a right the constitution affords
this class of silent cynics.
a few students still stand
the sound of scraping chairs
is the only noise in our homeroom
as they turn to face that faded flag
hands to their hearts, eyes trained
while they watch the flag, we watch them—
how do they believe in one nation
under god, indivisible? do they see
a different flag? are the colors
brighter? does their red recall brave sacrifice,
blood soaking the land of the free?
does their white shimmer spotless
in the dawn’s early light? is their blue
deep as the nation’s shining seas?
we squint at that fading flag, and wonder:
for what exactly do they stand?
the intercom crackles as the pledge ends
leaving us split between silence and allegiance
with the flag just hanging in there.
part II.
the principal, with a voice
flat as sidewalk pavement
recites the pledge of allegiance
to the flag on the back wall
it hangs low, in maroon, gray,
and whatever shade the sky is
at the end of a long day
most don’t stand up anymore,
not since we learned we didn’t have to—
a right the constitution affords
this class of silent cynics
a few students still stand
the sound of scraping chairs
is the only noise in our homeroom
as they turn to face that faded flag
hands to their hearts, eyes trained
while they watch the flag, we watch them—
how do they believe in one nation
under god, indivisible? do they see
a different flag? are the colors
brighter? does their red recall brave sacrifice,
blood soaking the land of the free?
does their white shimmer spotless
in the dawn’s early light? is their blue
deep as the nation ’s shining seas?
we squint at that fading flag, and wonder:
for what exactly do they stand?
the intercom crackles as the pledge ends
leaving us split between silence and allegiance
with the flag just hanging in there.
Previously Published in the Belmont Highpoint
Dante de Jong is a young poet and photographer from Boston, Massachusetts. An alumnus of Bard College's Young Writers Workshop, her work has previously been recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, and is published or forthcoming in Bridge Ink, Let's Say Gay, and Blue Marble Review, among others. When she isn't scribbling down poems in her notebook, she's scribbling them down in the margins of her algebra homework.