perhaps we need that tall wall.
perhaps we need to contain this wanton hate, our wrecked violence in.
like a delinquent weaned on jealousy -
toss ourselves into a cell behind barbed wire
perhaps this regressive insistence for barbaric practices needs to be quarantined -
this throwback to paint our bodies with mud and brush our teeth with urine,
to burn others as ash,
to use it to tan our hides.
perhaps we are too dangerous for the world -
we false pagan gods demanding
blood sacrifice of unwary innocents.
other countries can rationalize, govern themselves. we refuse to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem