Apr 26, 2021

See? Everyone in the cage is alive.


The children cry, but it does no good; their parents are kept locked in a different camp, in different cages. Fear and sorrow become their breath, their heartbeat. Little food, no showers, no love. And the guards are the thorns on the rosebush of America.

“See? Everyone in the cage is alive. That means they’re happy there. They don’t need their parents. We put something in there sometimes and they eat it. That means they’re happy there. What is it that they eat? Who are you to ask us questions? We have a cage for you, too.”

-jobe


LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe



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