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Bronx Zoo Cages
My father lived
Burt red tenement fronts
Zigzagged with
Spider web clothes lines
Hung with stained, torn and moth eaten garments
Seven floors with no elevator
Enter the thinly partitioned apartment
With connected kitchen and living space
Two bedrooms for five people,
A life of sacrifice
Beginning with a family friend’s advice
Get the hell out of Hungary before Hitler gets here.
Learn English
Work American
Eat American
Run through alleyways with
Irish, Italian, Polish
Faces flushed and dusty
All belting Bronx cheers
And flipping garbage cans on their heads
Learn to fight
Learn to run
Learn to fight for every small comfort
Hope to one day escape
From a wind born existence,
Worn and chaffed raw by the winds of change
Build as you run, climbing
Brick staircases
To comfort clouds of stylized life
Inside an American hot house
Inside a crucible of intent
Build fleece lined cages
For sweet childish faces
Bearing you
Children with your eyes
Nose or some appendage
Bearing your code
My father lived
Hope to save and elevate his seed
Beyond Bronx zoo cages
Beyond skyward races
Starvation or displacement
My father’s life
Embodies a valiance
I see as lacking
In my generation
Of caged faces
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