Fencing

FENCING


He strung a line from the corners

of his belief, staked each post deep 


enough, then checked it with a level 

before dropping to his knees


to pull back the loose dirt

and pack it with a rubber mallet. 


The red bucket of Quikrete 

looked on, dusting in the shed. 


“I’ve found it the best way of being 

here” he said, “making clear what’s out 


from what’s in, but it’s light men 

who need cement to hold them 


down, to blame their boundaries

on.” He stood by his post


until a firm shake convinced him 

it would both withstand the elements 


and unearth intact—whole,

and without an axe—come

the requisite reconfiguration. 


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