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Wall Builders | I’m with the Elephants | Conformity’s Rewards

Paul Lojeski: Worked up, red-faced, cheeks puffed out they want a wall thick and wide built at the southern border.
Border Wall

Wall Builders

Worked up, red-faced,
cheeks puffed out
they want a wall thick
and wide built
at the southern border.
To keep out foreign-
tongued barbarians
they fumed and sputtered
at the heavens. Like
the one the Israelis
built; solid, daunting,
punishing. Like
that the Russians put
up in Berlin; threatening
and deadly. And the Chinese
centuries ago: the mother
of all walls: the Great
Wall! After all these
thousands of years,
after all those sunrises
and miracles of sight
and touch, it still comes
down to walls. Fucking walls.

I’m with the Elephants

They busted out: big,
tusked beasts rampaging,
storms upon the land,
knocking cars around
like they were toys.
They’d had enough.
I rooted for them,
as people ran away,
screaming: terrified.
I wished I was one
of them, with long
ivory tusks gleaming
in the moonlight,
rebellion trumpeted
into the night sky,
chasing the jailers in
one last, glorious charge.

Today’s Weather

The rumble and boom of a glacier
break in the great warming of now’s

atmospherics, thinner and thinner,
the sun burning a hole in the future

with loud barking tempers cracking
and snapping in the hot air like

flags in a hard wind. All that noise,
the roar and cries of silence advancing.

Conformity’s Rewards

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and that’s only the tip
of the iceberg.

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