Sunday, February 12, 2012


Incarcerate my hope.
Sew my future tight inside your bag
of right and wrong.
I want to see mustangs gallop,

wolves run free,
ammo for your harvests
dumped into the sea.
I want to love my country’s best

not have to decide the worst
is the best
for we who seek to live not die.

Turn before you reach the end:
Go back, reclaim the ground.

(12 February 2012)

copyright 2012 by Floyce Alexander

1 comment:

  1. Floyce, I love your work... as you know. Your poetry covers a novel's range for me.