Occupation Day.
I am not standing
in the eye
of a hurricane
not standing
where the shit goes to
when the city flushes
not standing
in my new shoes
in the wading pool
where an infant drowns
not standing
with my African son
swapping family stories
in different languages
not standing
on the threshold
as the sun lights you like a girl
pools your departing footfalls
not standing
where we shall next meet
a wire cage
lives locked in ether
I am still standing
standing
still
as a building
as a street
as a helmet
knocked to the ground
October 15, 2011
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