There is a crisis at the border of us and them –
somewhere just south of here –
so close we could travel in four hours fast,
stop short and hold the line –
the picket and pulpit –
our cardboard –
their barbed wire –
and begin to disentangle the United States of right and wrong –
of mainly wrong.
We could travel in four hours flat and sound the alarm –
that something good is missing from this land –
that a deafening silence falls when the
televangelists are stuck on mute
and the senator’s voice mail is full.
There is a crisis at the border of US and us –
somebody please turn the VOLUME UP.
Appears in Peach Fuzz Vol 10, Issue 1