By Karla Cordero

they’ve been out there for weeks metal in the sun twisted wire
the ghost-making deed of cement forging a dead-
end teaching a country how to erase a country & a people learn
to butterfly over exile be the swarm of bees
be their pollinated-backs who learn to harpoon the wind be marching moonlight
light-woken shadows snake holes the opposite to splinter
rain like bone water droplets of faces willing to offer their throats
like the neck of the bloom scattering dandelion that children are eager to hold 

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