“Institutional(ized) Political Poem, or Poem for Disputed Territories” by Justin Rovillos Monson

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 ͏  ͏  ͏  ͏ ͏  ͏  ͏  ͏ ͏  ͏  ͏  ͏ ͏  ͏  ͏  ͏ ͏  ͏  ͏  ͏ ͏  ͏  ͏  ͏

February 20, 2025

My homie, full of brief fire, declares he’d help kill     
and I say “Nah, free them people,” and he has ceased     
to admit what I, too, cease to admit: in this cage     
we don’t know how to talk about politics.


There ain’t no Kant here, no Augustine, or political 
thought leader without Machiavellian teeth. We kill 
the parts of us, or at least bury the bones, that ceased 
to be useful in the jungle. Our tongues are in cages.


Our eyes are in cages. Our hearts, in cages. 
Yet, there are no wars here now. Only prison politics 
for my homie and I to profit from or dead 
the smaller beefs until the gangs have ceased


the battle over disputed territories. War never stops; 
it hibernates, even here in the joint—cage 
governed by shadows, they are living the politics 
of occupation, trying to avoid being killed.


Meanwhile, my homie and I count years as we feed 
the beast of time we are lucky to have. Our bodies began, 
long ago, and still, to be seen and classified as field 
weapons in this occupied land of the free.

Copyright © 2025 by Justin Rovillos Monson. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on February 20, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“This poem attempts to work through the briefest political discussion held between a friend and [me] in the belly of the American Beast: state prison. The work is a tribute to Palestine, and yet, becomes ‘institutional(ized)’ the moment the politics of this struggle seems to be sacrificed for the necessities of our temporary survival. Readers wouldn’t be wrong to recognize the act of occupation creeping around within the lines. Still, the personal, as it so often does, becomes political, and we wonder how freedom feels. Free me and my dogs. Free Palestine.” 
—Justin Rovillos Monson

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