Border Wire and the Corporal Works of Mercy by Jeff Callaway
Border Wire and the Corporal Works of Mercy By Jeff Callaway Texas Outlaw Poet "For I was a stranger, and you took me in: naked, and you covered me: sick, and you visited me: I was in prison, and you came to me." — Matthew 25:35-36, Douay-Rheims Bible Lord, I have seen the wire. Not the wire of crown and thorns You wore into Jerusalem when the crowd screamed for blood and the politicians washed their hands — no, I mean the concertina wire they've coiled along the Rio Grande like a rosary of cruelty, like a fence around Eden that says: you were not born on the right side of grace, therefore you do not deserve it. I have seen the children in the river. I have seen the women in the desert sun, lips cracked, feet bleeding, arms stretched outward not in surrender but in supplication — the same arms You carved into crucifixes and hung above our altars so we would not forget what mercy looks like in a body. Tell me, Lord — when did we decide that the Corporal Works of Mercy had...
