by Tricia L. Somers
By desert deaths and a river,
tractor trailer sarcophagus coffins.
Again and again.
we are greatly diminished.
Show us their faces.
Let them out if you’ve caged them.
Let us know their names then
let them live without fear .
Let them pay it forward.
For without that exchange
Liberty will not be sustained .
You won’t find her hanging around.
She will go pick up her girl Hope
and they will both skip town.
Like endangered species
only fleetingly glimpsed.
You may never see
Hope or Liberty again.
Trish is out of Los Angeles Ca where she lives with her Significant Other and their crazy cats. Her essays and poetry can be found in the last several issues of The American Dissident (print journal). Online at Rat’s Ass Review, The New Verse News, and elsewhere. She is also included in the forthcoming Poetry Marathon Anthology 2022 at Amazon or your favorite bookstore.
