Ginosko Literary Journal, Summer 2014
There it is: twelve hundred plots
Of ground, sanctified with gold
And pressing
Greed. An enviable spot
With homes for diplomats, bold
Bankers. The green address
Of need. Want shelter, crave
Safety, pray for swift return
To order
And to calm. Ark homes, brave
Barricades, electrocution burn
For borders
Crossed that don’t deliver.
Clipped lawns, stucco, faux thatch,
Roman columns,
Every one a pool. A river
Of servants, open the hatch
To morning’s solemn
Trade: luxury for
Livelihood, lights and water
The wait
A decade or more.
Both sides, sons and daughters
Of monied apart/hate,
Off to somewhere.
Some to school.