Bleeding Borders
Bleeding Borders
The
human body’s largest organ: skin.
A
casing for our bones, blood, and muscles:
Hearts
and guts and minds and brave, cherished souls:
Innards
in-held and faux-fleetingly safe.
Cities and states, skin-like casings:
Uncut sausages and cakes and puddings:
Nations from war, flame-fraught in dark
kitchens
And fatted on lambs and equality.
Paris: as American as Gotham,
London, Benghazi, Moscow: satellites
Beaconing like Voyager: gold records
Beyond Milky Way’s borders: unbounded.
Like
refugees and immigrants, banished
From
their homes—expatriated by war.
From
ancient map-lines hazardously drawn,
Nations
from fictions; nations from nothing.
Explosively,
souls released from their skin:
Spirits
fly high, unbounded: borderless.
Shattered
homes, tanned hides, beheaded, expelled,
The
ins turned out and the outsides turned in.
Pounds
of flesh, megatons, desert-extracts,
Flowing
along tributaries: long-since
Dried
Canals. Dammed, damned on gun-powdered hands,
Defenseless,
cursed with nothing to defend.
Ideas
as weapons, stateless enemies
Without
their own borders, seek caliphate:
No
tank, nor drone strike nor Kevlar too strong.
No
wall high enough, no skin thick enough.
Organs
hum in memoriam: lost skin,
Notre Père: Allahu
Akbar: Praise God.
Gods
that pre-date each others’ own, prophets
Against
the flesh of heavens’ fantasies.
Libertines
all, Parisian all: shadows
Of
the guillotine’s razor sharp memory,
Jail-stormers
and Rights of Man declarers,
Alighting
the world with fraternity.
When
borders touch, skin to skin, hands in hands,
Embraced
in sweating sorrow, moats from tears,
Blood
from whines, spirits join with the fallen
Angels
and ascending devils, fire-bathed.
Mourn,
humanity, for bleeding borders,
For
those whose caskets we flag-pall, for those
Poor
huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
For
those on Lady Liberty’s roster.
Dress,
humanity, your bleeding borders,
In
red, in white, in blue: torn, bandaged skin.
Press
chest to chest and erase the boundaries
Between
organs, heartbeats, and grieving kin.
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