June | Morgan Longford

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June

 

The men in suits came-

they knocked on our doors,

uninvited,

yet we answered uneasily,

out of courtesy.

(We didn’t ask for company.)

 

The men in suits came-

with their gold cuff links and

veneer smiles,                                     

and they explained to us that

they were there to help.

(We didn’t need help.)

 

The men in suits came-

they stood on our porches and

admired our June lawns,

they told us that they were there

to protect us.

(We didn’t need protecting.)

 

The men in suits came-

with their insincere platitudes,

pushed us aside and

entered our homes, assured us:

“we know better what you need

than you do.”

(We already knew what we needed.)

 

We watched.

 

We watched the men in suits

through our front windows,

the sun of the summer solstice

on our backs,

watched as they disassembled our

homes and our histories.

 

We watched through the windows

because the men in suits

had locked us out. 

We watched through the windows

because we no longer had

            a choice.

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