VIII.

 

Waking

born with blade in hand

already red

fed from blood soaked earth

an inheritance of theft

the spoon

of myththe colonial hero

the dead flesh

of dispossession

 

this biting open wound

cannot clean

neither knife nor feather

no remedy memory

recall

 

poethics

 

writing with a quiver

fighting with a feather

 

seeking a clarity of movement and meaning

subjectivities interweaving

responsibilities

ability

– alignments.

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