When the Borderlines Overlap

5/5/21

When the borderlines overlap
And they embargo the hearts
Locked in a cage- frail away.

Open door policy
For trade in my cells;
and yet it’s all a fallacy
for those whom dwells.

Tariff the spine and spin it around,
to seek out an ordinance —
make a national bank for your crown
and limit your coordinates
to something far below ground.

Hell spares no tears,
has no quotas,
without the fears
of differences
of peoples
and their insides
whom I’ve locked in a cage —
frail away.