Before the boy’s stocking feet
Boxes and their tops are toppled and tossed
As a kneeling man rifles through the shoes
With no employee in sight
Tissue paper veils the decimated aisle
Like remnants of a mad Christmas
(In its low-price infancy, the giant begins to walk)
The man’s a veteran whose son may serve
As a talisman from Vietnam.
Pulling out every tongue in the section
The man reads their tags aloud: China, China, China
The boy is silent in the face
Of his father’s adopted rage
Domestically, a blue vested employee
Shuffles over to hand the boy a yellow sticker.
Aaron Wiegert
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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