A City Without Fences
          by Francine DuBois
         A city without fences 
          smacks of the surreal, 
          the blind trusting 
          almost as incongruous 
          as Medea's chariot. 
        I am tempted to try 
          cars and homes, to see 
          if they are locked 
          or if the gentle folk 
          can cling to the faith 
          that people aren't just 
          inherently good, but 
          almost completely 
          uncurious. I have no 
          desire to steal their TV, 
          but I am interested 
          in their family Bible, 
          who died when of what, 
          and how many generations 
          have been protected 
          from reality. 
        I wonder if these are 
          a God-fearing people 
          since they are not 
          a people-fearing people. 
        And I pray for the 
          first person to erect 
          a fence here, for it 
          will the beginning 
          of the end for this 
          unimaginable city, 
          and he will be forced 
          to wear his sin, 
          perhaps even on his 
          chest. A Home Depot 
          will follow him, 
          providing lumber 
          and chain link to 
          the scared masses, 
          and slowly this city 
          will become normal.
         
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