Borderland - RevisionWe lived on the same two blocks
- them and us.
Blues flowed from their front stoops
and fed them like honey
while the fire of our boleros
kept our hearts from freezing.
Our church was on their street,
a gothic mammoth of ancient power,
standing in a river of storefront religion.
To go to our church we ventured into their nation
knowing it would scream a challenge. With jeers
and bottles they would defend their piece of misery.
We had no Spock to negotiate a truce,
to remind us that we were all in this together.
We were to them, as threatening as a fire
in a crowded movie house.
And they were to us, as alien as America.
BorderlandWe lived on the same two blocks
- them and us.
Blues flowed from their steps
and fed them like honey
while the fire of our boleros
kept our hearts from freezing.
Our church was on their street,
a gothic mammoth of ancient power,
standing in a river of storefront religion.
To go to our church we ventured into their nation
knowing it would scream a challenge
for them to defend their piece of misery.
We had no Spock to negotiate a truce,
to say, “we are all in this together”.
We were to them, as savage as a fire
in a crowded movie house
And they were to us, as alien as America.