the chief
of sticks
proclaimed.
Too busy
turning on
faucets
hoping to
sluice away
immigrants
back down
to Mexico.
Water.
It goes
right down
the hole.
Know that
from pre-k
diarrhea.
Excuse me.
Listening
for cracks
and all of
the people
falling through.
Once screams
finally stop
close hole.
Not right now.
Reapplying
ear stigmata.
Need to have
gold card to
reach in here.
Have these
documents
to soak out
in deep south
salted by tears
of crocodiles
that are now
jealous of
our alligators.
Chad Parenteau hosts Boston's long-running Stone Soup Poetry series. His latest collection is The Collapsed Bookshelf. His poetry has appeared in journals such as Résonancee, Molecule, Ibbetson Street, Pocket Lint, Cape Cod Poetry Review, Tell-Tale Inklings, Off The Coast, The Skinny Poetry Journal, The New Verse News, dadakuku, Nixes Mate Review and anthologies such as French Connections and Reimagine America. He serves as Associate Editor of the online journal Oddball Magazine.
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