Frozen Liberty Poem by Andy Brookes

snow wet sky split by lapis Venetian blinds
tide suck jetty an obsidian finger pointing out to sea
America lies west, its eastern boarders a New England night

|Liberty in her green robe cries copper tears her light gone out
go back she says you tired, you restless minions, huddled masses
there is no place for you amongst our opulent mansions
nor in our derelict steaming teeming ghettos.

rain washes white sheets strung on lateral lines,
left out hopeful of a clean desiccating breeze,
to sanitize our dirty laundry, spread for all to see,
they sag subjugated like sagging flags of surrender.
Go back cries Liberty, Go back, there is nothing here but unfortunate night.