GHOST

Love affairs
Always have borders
Limitations of circumstance
Landmarks of selfishness
I can see

A barricade
In your heart
Larger than
The Berlin Wall
I will make it fall
It will become dust
A pulverized idol

Borders are
Like cheap hotel rooms
When those divisions vanish
A home will appear
Love will not be cheap anymore
Humanity will become sacred
Once again

The incisions
On the land
The stabbing of
The sand
The corrosion
In the waters
The dichotomy
In the hearts
Of children
Will heal better
Than the memory
Of a scar

The border has
A broken neck
Multiple fractures
On its spinal chord
The border is dead
All we see
Is a ghost
A malicious apparition