18 May 11

Ground

When the noise of
rapes and gropes and
men in power
(and men not but
wanting it SO MUCH)
gets too loud

I dig.
In earth
softened by
unhoped-for rain,
earthworms teeming
in a second spring,
tilling improbable loads of
well-seasoned manure
in through loam
and silt. Dig.

Mocked blackbirds and
squabbling swallows swirl as
mud gloms on to my
boots and barrow-wheel.
Dig in grief
for women
silenced by fear.
Fork the rage
into the earth,
go gentle.
Dig: invite
all to sit
at an ancient,
wormeaten table,
sharing the harvest.

Posted by at 08:50 AM in Politics | Link |

  1. Wonderful poem.

    I heard Michelle Bachelet give a talk on her new role as head of UN Women yesterday. She was very impressive: uncompromising; utterly, humorously, deadly seriously realistic; undaunted; exceptionally human for a politician. It did give one SOME hope.


    — Jean    18. May 2011, 10:36    Link

  2. Thanks, Jean.

    Great to hear about Michelle Bachelet; was her talk taped, by any chance?


    — Pica    18. May 2011, 11:09    Link

  3. I keep coming back to this. Thanks.


    — rr    19. May 2011, 05:30    Link

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