Unionised

Liberté
It was not you who had to surrender all
The two-bed day-dream by a Southern shore
Lined with competing horizons
Bearing only flags of blue: liberty on labels
coloured Us and Them.
Egalité
It is not you who refuses to Tri on
Sleeves coloured Ourselves and Alone
Flanked either side of gowns in bridal white:
for the march down the Island
to a pre-arranged fight
Fraternité
It was not I who quietly jettisoned all
The silent signs. Finger-tips no longer touching fringe
Across to either shoulder then down to
Heart of sacred red: To join with me
In bringing her up as a flag set free