The President Called the United States a Company
A Christmas mourning / I mourn God’s slain child
and Jesus Christ, a wall that’s hard to yield
to while crows eat / kids starve / ovaled stomachs
feed on human flesh / hosts as repurposed
puppets or proponents purporting laws
and slips on behalf of Freudian slips
the President called the United States
a company / and there’s truth / I too sing
company / throwing precious repastures
away / enough to feed refugees they
say there’s no food for. I mourn a Jesús
and Jesus / you might not / so how can I
show you mercy?—replace Jesus with green
wood-plants / white people / you / must keep Jesús
because death is owned by a company
that must throw away precious repastures.
About the Author: Prince Bush is a poet attending Fisk University. His work has appeared in Glass: A Journal of Poetry, SOFTBLOW, Cotton Xenomorph, Protean, and Mobius, among others. More work and biographical information can be found at pbush.com
Image Credit: D.R. Payne “Border monuments 223, 224, and 225, along the California-Mexico border” (1892) The Library of Congress
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