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.

© 2017 Julia Adzuki