On Wednesday I was out and about when I spotted a distant turkey in a cage. This struck me as symbolic. An American icon and a cage, I thought. Then I thought: It’s a good thing I’m not political or I might ruffle a few feathers with some comments on symbols and cages.
Well, to be honest I only just thought the feathers thing but it makes me look more witty if I pretend I thought of it at the time.
Of course, now that the children have been released from their cages, it’s no longer symbolic.
I’m hoping that their release from cages will be easier than the experience of Ezra Pound after he was kept in a cage for six weeks.
I cannot, however, help wondering about an alternative history where the Native Americans didn’t share their food with the undocumented aliens also known as Pilgrims.
We will never know.