by David Feela
Only three twists left
in this labyrinth
of a line inching forward
like an intestine,
then I’ll reach the spot
where Homeland Security
calls me forward to ask
if i have anything to declare
and I’ll say yes,
I declare this line to be
a mockery of what
our soldiers died for,
this uniformed demigod
with a magic wand
detecting our fears;
I declare there is vigilance
more fatal than death,
searches and seizures
of most improbable cause,
and I declare categorically
unquestionable authority
is the terrorist we seek
in the shape of a Hydra,
a writhing cold-blooded
protocol not even Hercules
could have vanquished
without a sharp object.
David Feela's work has appeared in hundreds of regional and national publications. His first full length poetry book, The Home Atlas, is now available.
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