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There is a quiet place inside me and it says

Arise
(a word tapped through cell-walls, misspelled,
in a manuscript that waited, war-flotsam,
and arose)

My family of blood and ink
(pamphlets and ephemera, carefully archived
spores beneath permafrost, thawing not death
but life)

All I ask of you
(what is a country? what if it’s wrong?
what if you love it anyway? what if this
is one?)

Is
(not was or will be. do not lose yourself
in litanies of martyrs or dreams of future
paradise unlost)

All you have
(it was never yours. i have hoarded myself
long enough. why hesitate unfurling
the banner of my soul?)

Which alone is mine.

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hawkwing_lb
Jan. 9th, 2017 05:03 pm (UTC)
Poem! It's a solid poem. Good flow.

Like this especially:

(not was or will be. do not lose yourself
in litanies of martyrs or dreams of future
paradise unlost)
sarahbrand
Jan. 9th, 2017 08:27 pm (UTC)
I've bookmarked this in my "post-election activism" folder, specifically in the subfolder for pieces of writing I'm saving for the next dark day.
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