Solitary Confinement

Solitary Confinement

A Poem by Marie Anzalone

If we don’t make it,

I hope the birds inherit the earth.

Great big flocks of them;

all colors, a celebration of

their own resilience in front

of their own pandemic

of unchecked human expansion.

May they carry seeds and fishes

and reclaim what we selfishly

took and took and took;

centuries of entitlement;

decades of “not my problem.”

May ducks dive in clear waters;

may sparrows sing

from abandoned WalMart

warehouses; may warblers

return to public spaces

where horns don’t blare. May

a renewed sensitivity awaken

in our children; may they

paint denizens of the sky

again in artwork

and make dishes and lamps

in their likeness; in the 18th

century we spent time outdoors

seeing God’s grace in a swallow’s

wing, a falcon’s dive;

visual expression of man’s

desire for remembrance

in solitary confinement.



© 2020 Marie Anzalone

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Marie Anzalone
picture is mine

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Added on March 27, 2020
Last Updated on March 27, 2020


Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala

Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start argume.. more..