Thursday, 4 April 2019

Making America Great Again

He proudly said
“my name is Francisco”

As he served me
my third glass
of crystal clear water

At my five-star restaurant
below the border.

And he proudly 
proclaimed, and I agreed

That his country
would never pay

For America’s border wall.

But he stumbled against 
the back of a chair

As he walked away
in cheap shoes.

I sat long and hard
in my chair

Thinking about
How he became he
and I became I.

The holiest way I knew.
And I felt ashamed.

© Gil Hoy

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Gil Hoy

Gil is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who is studying poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program. Hoy received a B.A. in Philosophy and Political Science from Boston University, an M.A. in Government from Georgetown University, and a J.D. from the University of Virginia School of Law. He served as a Brookline, Massachusetts Selectman for four terms. Hoy’s poetry has appeared, most recently, in Ariel Chart, The Penmen Review, Right Hand Pointing/One Sentence Poems, The New Verse News and Clark Street Review.