Featured image is the painting “The Laocoön” by El Greco 1610-1614
August 18, 2020
I wrote the following poem in 2018.
Court of Empire
Oh shining City on the Hill,
You must know by now
the price for a seat on the Court of Empire
is paid in the brown skins of refugees
and the bones of their children which lie
bleaching in the Sonoran sun.
The mothers and fathers carry their little ones, anyway –
this crossing means they must travel at night,
they walk with care,
to escape the gaze of El Pozolero
they risk all through darkness and death.
In the day, they take their rest at churches
hidden in the creosote scrub
and receive the manna
left by Samaritans.
(body of Christ, the bread of Heaven)
and water jug
(blood of Christ, the cup of Salvation)
gathered and prepared for those
(suffer the little children to come unto Me)
who journey to reach the promised land.
When these oases are found by Pharaoh’s long arm
border agents pour out the water
and trample the food.
We all must face these facts tonight
face something dark tonight
go down into the abyss tonight —
(Lord, I am not ready to receive you…)
We’re all facing something dark tonight,
facing facts tonight,
going into the abyss
(say the word, and I shall be healed.)