wine and politics

your friend suggests
over dinner,
nuking them, them being everyone
but us.
building a barb wired fence
that straddles
the coastline, the deserts,
hills and mountains.
it's not ellis island
anymore, she says. we can't
let everyone in.
they didn't then and why should
we now.
she pours another glass
of wine for herself,
tilting the bottle
until the last drop drips
into the red
sea of her glass.