To learn which side you’re on

you pick someone to follow

through the city streets

then see how far you’ll go.

If you enter the foyer, oy vey,

then you are on our side.

If you go into the boudoir,

that far, you are on the side

of the enemy. If you board

the plane, you might find

yourself a red name on a

black list. If you feel only

a terror of the domestic

but not a terroir foreign,

they have a remedy for that,

but it can only be prescribed

if you were wed in a way

their instruments can detect

and if you have never suffered

from a similar terror before.

They administrate analogy but

we only want you to show us,

through a stashpile of choices

and the small acts you perform

each day, which side you are on.

Till the earth. Kill the earth.

Swallow scoops of wet dirt.

Which side are you on?