Collective Unrest

 

response to Jeff Sessions using the Bible to defend separating immigrant children from their parents

March 27, 2019

i.

what do

            you love

                        most,

                        Jeff?

            let’s take         that from        your

            tight-fisted     egg                  and see

            who scrambles                      first.

ii.

have you ever

            held a discharged

                        hand grenade?

                                                pieces too disparate,

                                                            aren’t they? spread

                                    like dandelion seeds

                        on a lawn shadowed in whiteness.

iii.

i am not weak,

in need of your protection

from weeping children.

iv.

i and every

word

in that book

you quote

recall

other commands

about

neighbors.

v.

maybe you’re

too white

for any golden

rule.

vi.

maybe you think

love from

the only white

middle-eastern

prophet

is a unicorn damn

nice for looking.

vii.

or maybe

you’re right

that Jesus

is a north Texas

cattle rancher.

has been

all along.

maybe his

modern miracle

is letting

you forget

all the Alabama

lynchings.

viii.

i don’t want

to remember

that broken

heart in McAllen

for you, Jeff.

if i start

praying

to your Scripture,

Jeff, i’ll know

i can kill my hope

at last.

Michael Prihoda lives in central Indiana. He is the editor of After the Pause, an experimental literary magazine and small press. His work has received nominations for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology and he is the author of eight poetry collections, most recently Years Without Room (Weasel Press, 2018).

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