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The Urge to Write

The urge to write
to squeeze your child until she breathes
The urge to write
to take the cut head down from the tree

The urge to rain dance, rain dance
pour the teardrops on the tongues
cool the fevers
hock for grain the guns
Pour the sweat from spas
into the dying fields
Take the stream from worry greed
into village kitchens, warm the frozen bodies
give them meals

Sundance kiss the stiffened lids of corpses
open eyes from death and hate
pump the hearts with open palms
bow to nature breath and reins

The urge to sieve the rivers
red with blood
return the hearts to lovers praying
To rebuild, clay by clay, with sun,
with water, food, and touch, the human form
To peel off finecloth uniforms
and turn them to the bandage
To touch the skin until it shivers warm

The urge to take the huddled bodies
out of tunnels, trunks -- Beknight
with life and freedom
and with right

The urge to
Breathe

The urge to shout
Do not die
alone

Carmen Tafolla

Comments

[silverflurry.livejournal.com]

I really like this. Thanks for posting it.

[conductcoda.livejournal.com]

Now that is excellent!