The Wall is White …
…
Cutting to the chase
the wall has only
one function
does it not,
…
just as from the
first glide
down that
gilded escalator
by the Golden Savior
& his throwing of the
raw meat of racism
to his chosen marks,
…
for the wall was always
an appeal to fear,
to racial enclosure
to racial identity
to whiteness …
a supreme & purifying whiteness …
a great underbelly
of fear
& dark & dull simplicity.
…
for the wall is dear
so very dear to his base
as his troubles begin to
unfold & lord knows
he’ll need them
for the days
ahead,
…
and the fact that its utterly,
utterly redundant
matters not one
single jot
to him,
& the facts of the matter
mean not one jot
to them either,
…
& the talk is out there
of a noble white supremacy,
of ‘someone else babies’
of both sides,
of our side,
of purity
& strength.
…
The wall is white.
It has no other meaning than that.
