Friday, January 21, 2005

Hope Fire

Hope,
the dark tunnels with lights at the end,
the prayers that are free birds sent
who come flying back home
bringing green branches.

Hope,
otherwise the news will finish me:
the member of parliament accused of rape who will not be charged,
the pipelines going down across the Northern Banks,
the preacher calling for the death of all gay people at the hand of his god,
the culture dying of woman-hatred
and maniacal tourism.

The patriarchies freak when a handmaid on the run
stops running every once in a while
to build a fire.

Still I can see a day coming when rapists don't run the country,
this is a flame.
Still I can see a day coming when none attack the ocean,
this is a flame.
Still i can see a day coming when none but the violent are cast out,
this is a flame.
Still I can see a day coming when island women will have found their lost voices
and the ovaries to join the global conversation
about equality.

This is my fire in the long night burning,
alight
even in hurricanes.







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