“Alligator Alcatraz”
Left church 10 minutes early
To go for a Sunday drive
Down to the bottom of the country
Where golf clubs and cheap pubs abound.
Paused for a VIP tour
Of a brand-new facility
Lovingly crafted
For allegedly loveless individuals.
Couldn’t conceal their excitement
As they passed the narrow bunk beds
And caught a glimpse of gators
Guarding every exit route.
Surely this would quicken
The baptismal proceedings
Cleansing this great country
Of unwanted faces.
Grabbed a donut on the way back
While singing along to Garth Brooks on the radio
And passing pews of preachers and spiritual teachers
Who disguised their indifference in empty platitudes.
Sam Hendrian is a Los Angeles-based filmmaker and poet striving to foster empathy through art. More work can be found on Instagram at @samhendrian143.
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