Citizen
A mind is cradle Citizen
A mind cradles infinity
Tethers to small familiar
shapes. A blurred mother
face and mother breast
First seeing
Before focus
One sense all sensual and fading
Until the I's are found
Or sculpted, melted
Into taste
Into grasp and touch
Into words
The transverse from growing
To dying
The slow slipping down
In this newer world order
We affix weight
To ascribing of border
To map and to plate
Arbitration of nation
not just the turning of fate
But decreed as your cast
The measures you rate
I am a citizen of nowhere
As is everyone
We cannot own the land
Only in agreement
Or aggrievement
Do we divide
It is our arrogance
To think It desires to own us
Were it to shrug
We'd have scant place to hide
Poetry by Ernie Burns
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Written on 2016-10-09 at 13:22
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