Benjamin Doty
32 years old
Benjamin Arda Doty is an MFA candidate at the University of Minnesota. His poetry has appeared in Drumvoices Revue and HoboEye.
Imperialism
Imperialism
The ground splits in half. You pledge allegiance to Two flags.
Right foot in Asia —the East—
Left in Europe —the West—
Tectonic plates shift.
No two objects can occupy the same space at the same time,
So you must be nothing But, cut down the middle,
Like two brothers who Will kill each other Until one of them Rules an empire alone.
Baby
Baby
Cradle civilization In your arms, the way Your mother did, Hand under head, So your neck Wouldn’t break.
Put the child in the crib. Rock it back and forth, gently, Because you now It will soon have nightmares That will never go away.
Say something sweet It will hear in its Subterranean world Of hiccups.
But say little. Your tongue is tipped Like a pitchfork With too much to tell About the short history Of humankind.
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