tagNon-Erotic PoetryYour Back Gate

Your Back Gate



Beyond the river, past footprints onshore
you’ll see me there: my back is brown - and wet
from sweat I’ve shed shoveling your shit.

You’ll see me as I breathe the leaden dust
and wade the toxic mud as I rebuild
what you have abandoned and forgotten.

You’ve seen me orange vested on highways,
and neck deep, blackened in gumbo ditches
digging the earth too soiled for your shovels

and you’ll see me building your border fence:
who else will break the rock and dig the holes
for a fence I’ll climb again and again?

You’ll see me as I die on the roadways,
in the backs of trucks, along dry creek beds
thirsting only for a sip from your brow.

Finally you’ll see my spirit in your home,
for you may have left the back gate open
but I am the one who built it for you!

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