Country

I am not of your country.
As I live on your land
Somehow I am more married
Than you to the demands
Of citizenship...yet...

I'm not really on this planet you know!
Thankfully...
This widow wants to divorce
The known world.
Just let me know
When I can help
Any call to decency.

That's when you'll see me
Creeping up and smiling
With my mouth and eyes beguiling
Some real ambiguity.

Your country pleases me
Enough
To let me leave it
All alone.
Your hands seem as complete
As mine
To me.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-02-19 at 05:01

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Brian Oarr
Don't you dare go! You've become too familiar in the short time I've been here, Jenks. This piece has has unique metaphor and reminds me of the work of Adrienne Rich ( see her poem "Trying to Talk to a Man" ). I enjoyed reading this very much.
2009-02-19