October Poem 47: The Lessons We Teach

Structured to hold up the metal bars and

Rusting chains that could have been medieval

Torture equipment if it weren’t for

Examining the parts out of context.

As we tore down the old playground to make

Room for the new, I thought back to childhood

Playing on this equipment. This cage, the

Old jail. One of my older sisters had

Told me that it was a replica of

The place they kept the Union prisoners

Of war. And we joyfully played yankee

And rebel taking turns locking one then

The other in jail ignorant of the

History lessons that we were teaching.


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