As sun departs
the sky glows pink
hills and grasses
take on a pall
of indigo
Alone upon the meadow
a red board house
full moon on rise behind
all its shades are drawn
This land
this house
that truck
all are mine
not yours
I’ve put up a fence
to keep you out
I’ve loaded guns
behind my doors
Family
friends
neighbors
community
they suck
the life
from you
I want things simple
my mind won’t
take no more
You show me
you can dance
with grace
and care
and benevolence
and maybe
I’ll join in
Til then
KEEP OUT
I mean it
I surely do
My guns
are cocked
and pointed
right at you
(Note: Please do not assume the above accurately represents the thinking of whomever actually lives in the home pictured. Rather, the above combination of words and images is an attempt to express a mode of thought and emotion that may be more prevalent than we realize, or would care to admit. For far too many, it is less taxing to exclude than to include. Would be nice if we fixed that.)
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