Editor’s note: This poem is part of our #SpreadTheWord poem of the week series, featuring works based on Injustice Watch reporting. This poem was inspired by the article, “Immigration detention deaths reach the highest total since 2009”. For more poetry in this series, click here. point to a spot
call it home

I will show you a person
unable to live there

put a sign over the tent
label it

guns will be at the entrance
to keep out anyone

wrestle a place
of welcome
out of palm trees
clean water flowing
for all

boundaries will be drawn
for halves and have-not

do you know of a
where we can be

I withdraw to fire escapes
terrified lonely
counting all the gatekeepers
except me

no need for countries now we’re not safe


Atreyee Gupta explores the liminal spaces of nature, culture, and identity. Atreyee writes about travel and its transformative experiences at Bespoke Traveler.