The Immigrant

Poetry assignment at the OU

March

with assured backs over the meadows.

March,

following the seasons, avoiding the willows.

When asked:

how could you

leave behind your mother?

Or, it is but a sham,

it must be a cover. then

shout with uncontested virility,

with a roar that shakes that vicinity:

“Brothers!

the wildebeest

treads from fathom to fathom,

never caring

of a language or a septum.

Brothers!

Ignore the lions and hyenas.

For, they with territories

of excretion,

rely on your march and the lies of cohesion. 

Do not bow to their rules of husbandry, 

for yours is the mission of life.”