High Up the Mountains, Locked Behind the Gates

High up the mountains, locked behind the gates

It is self-sufficient, almost self-sufficient

The sick seek solace,

But where is the hospital?

 

Self-abandoned, the dwellers are completely satisfied, they do not live in squalor,

Accepting of the cleam filth, poor lavishness, they like it

Rocks and stones to keep kids distracted

Hit the birds, hit the dogs, hit the bullies, hit your parents

 

Mothers' in bed

 

Down below the yards, is the view of photosynthesis

Surrounding dirty playgrounds

My ears absorb the tiny kids with their big laughter

Big falls, big cries, big hugs embedded in the

Gossamerry greens

 

Every box is a hidden surprise.

Ice-cream, juice, or fish with cholera

Every house is the same to the eyes, rough peach concrete walls and year round Christmas lights

Neighborly love disguised by the neighbors' screams

 

Breezes

 

High up the mountains, locked behind the gates

It is self-sufficient, almost self-sufficient

The sick seek solace,

But where is the hospital?

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