photos by Sandra L Hazley
november 2006
i've
seen poets leave their words
tucked
in a cyclone fence
surrounding
fort benning georgia
just
down the road
from
the sniper school
the
military police
surge
up to the fence line one more time
their
eyes looking through you
with
an awkward determination
&
cold sweat
across
the street
there's
a neon sign
advertising
payday loans
&
storage lockers
when
your time comes
it's
best to travel light
the
prisons will once again fill
with
hearts & minds
handmade
wooden crosses
remain
to
speak the names of the innocent
---
e b bortz
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