The Flag Man

The FlagMan Is one

Who says little at all,

Until the time comes

To record a fall.

The days are long

But time is short lived,

For his moment of reign

Is just over the bridge.

He stands and absorbs

All the information,

Until the Powers That Be

Send their notification.

Some will weave

And some may wonder,

But none will leave

without a ponder...

So The time has come

To unravel the web,

And piece by small piece

It all falls to shreds.

The Powers That Be

Will ask for a stand,

So the flagMan reigns

And raises his hand.