A poem for TweetTuesday – an initiative of Black Bough Poetry promoting the sharing of #imagist and imagistic #poetry of fewer than 20 lines.
At the border
cameras kidnap
a crumpled face.
We drink her tears,
soften our hearts.
In the bunker,
the glass-shattered apartment,
the daylight hotel room,
the blue-screen-lit settee,
conscript lads,
abusive lags,
pimp gangs,
comfortable dads,
conspire in the darkest arts.
(inertiapreneur 