Border Angels

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545 angels,

umbilical cords severed

for a second time

because they held

their parent’s hand

across an artificial line

in the shifting sand.

They wander

aimlessly because

bookkeepers

and caretakers

wouldn’t write it down,

kept it in their heads

and threw away

the keys. Corralled

and caged

until they can

lose enough weight

to slip through

the bars.

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