November 19, 2016

History in the making

How do I contain
the multitudes, the
mountains of disappointment
at seeing racism
and misogyny
triumph over hard work and
preparedness and
knowledge and
a woman

The people speak
and now the words stoke
fires in hearts,
fires in streets,
fires in minds,
the whole world burning

Are we the witnesses to
destruction of a nation
first hand, like
being present at
the death of a star,
inexorable -
a gravitational pull
we cannot escape?


If our bodies are temples
my gods are blazoned
on the outside
declaring my denomination
for all to see

You will find no cross here,
no god of punishment,
wrath, or sacrifice

I carry my gods with me
Aesclepius, the healer
Ishtar, the sacred feminine
Athena, wisdom personified

Where others wear a
string of beads for
counting penitence,
I sealed my prayers into skin
I have only to look down
to see my faith proclaimed