The Immigrants
They are got a way's
they enter,
even the drowned enter
washing up on the near side of a border river.
Some will kill, rape, and rob,
some carry death in candy pills,
most are just escaping;
when we ask them from what?
They make the sign of the cross
and kneel to kiss the scorching desert
as if it were a beautiful woman.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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