Home to Roost

I take a walk
The pavement is uneven
The streets ugly
The houses worn
Tired as their inhabitants
Poor as a third world country

But this is where I live
At least there are no bombs falling
And no one has been shot today

Do you see how the calamities infringed by this power
Are coming home now?
Do you see how the militant kindness we
Inflicted for decades–
Imposed religions
Inappropriate democracies
Chokeholds on the sacred
Have come back toxic into our belly?

Now the violence points inward and
Our privileged rage runs rampant
And like our cries goes

How can the rest of the world care as
It is still hurting
Still picking up the pieces of our hubris
The tattered emblems of this empire.

Arya F. Jenkins’s poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction have appeared in numerous journals and zines such as Agave Magazine, Blue Heron Review, Cider Press Review, Dying Dahlia Review and more. Poetry is forthcoming in Rag-Queen-Periodical and Voice of Eve. Her fiction was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2017 and 2018. Her poetry has also been nominated for the Pushcart. Her work has appeared in at least five anthologies. Her poetry chapbooks are: Jewel Fire (AllBook Books, 2011) and Silence Has A Name (Finishing Line Press, 2016). Her short story collection Blue Songs in an Open Key was published by Fomite Press in November 2018 and is available here Read other articles by Arya F., or visit Arya F.'s website.