May 17, 2018

I’m used to thinking

this city of the world

proud and impregnable,

with our ideals the bunting,

vividly shaded on election

day, with the hum of hymns

for social justice ringing in

my ears—hear ye, hear ye!

This just in, pick it up yourself

from your local village grocery!


I’m not used to asking

the fortress in between

my ears, why it’s been taken

over, why the siege has taken

so long, with famished Faith

crawling at her accusers’ feet—

but he who has ears, let him hear:

there must be another way through

this city, this tower that we’ve built:

beautiful and truly untamed.


  1. Azzi

    This is so beautiful, oh my gosh…

  2. Cindy Green

    Beautiful words that are both simple and well-chosen — an art itself. I love reading your work, poetry buddy! 🙂

    • Graham Jackson

      Yay Poetry Buddy! And thank you, I appreciate the encouragement.

  3. Coralie

    I love the picture that accompanies this! Thanks for sharing your work! Then ending was my favorite.

    • Graham Jackson

      Thank you so much! I have to say, I like how the ending turned out. It genuinely surprised me when I wrote it.

  4. Rachel Rogers

    Wow, this really makes one think. I love the metaphor of “the fortress in between my ears.” Very nice work!


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