Roman

Border Bounded Line

Stratified Stracciatella strides
To the store for its 
Fifteen minutes of shame.

Society is the family
And every one
That looks like you

(when borders make
hoarders out of
the otherwise kind).

Aside: Who is screaming
Their morality
Into a camp stove?

The wilderness keeps 
Its feather by the bay
While its teeth are sand.