Children huddle in front
of glowing TV boxes
and are told to pray
by pale godless people
who look like cigarettes.
Hatred is a hard thing
to comprehend at this age.
Turns out, so is God.
So instead some stare at
or through
or into
the scene before them
and feel simply happy
to be here-
huddled in this corner
in this classroom
far away and alive.
Jacob Louis Moeller is a poet, screenwriter, and server living the nightmare and chasing the dream in Los Angeles, California by way of Tucson, Arizona. Sweat and saguaros remind him of home.
