Wednesday, October 26, 2022

A staggering art of courage

Need to reattach flesh
Armature realigned
Dents buffed
Lost bits
Proxied
Model muscles
Build up
Carrying
Primordial shame
Broken down
Carrying difference
Need nerves
Carry signals
Between units
Stranger til now
Need blood
Nourishment
For starving lands
Need flesh
To cover
To protect
Need label
To make beast
‘discoverable’
New thing
Old thing
Build of steal
Forged by craftsmen
Of cruelty
So skilled a predator
Made safe for dinner réparté

RESIST
Not their story!
It is ours
Each reweaving of a worn place
Each reinforcement of a wobbly corner
Each stich to bring once close things back tight
Each refresh – new paint to chip
Each label erased
A staggering art of courage 

Nanabjorn P 22

We ain’t no army of the damned

Pack your bags
Gather your medicines
Ready your gifts
Your stories
Your strength
They will be needed
To our thinkers
To our children
To those who keep us fed
To old ones
Both here
And those arriving later
To leaders
Who speak in silences
Who show us how to live
Those who take up care

We ain’t no army of the damned
We are something new
Imagined
When
They tried to silence “drums”
Be ready
Listen careful
Why the Clan Grandmothers
Will retake the hill
You are warriors of hope
Of numbers
Letters
Strategy
Once slaves
Soon Captains of the hunt

Pehiw 2022
To D

What if I trade in each lie to buy back truths?

What if I trade in each lie to buy back truths?
Each lie
Covered a wound
Poker hot
Turn your stomach rot.
Now seen
Healing begins
Bring brother maggot to clear out dead
To make room for each new story
Truth burn to heal

Pehiw W 2022

Hadda

Angry

I was never allowed

No matter

The pain/shame

No matter

The touch

The breaking

Hadda

Smile

Hadda

Be polite

Never my own

You wonder

Sometimes

I forget I person

 

Pehiw Wandering 2022


Friday, September 2, 2022

I have to retell some story

I have to retell some story
Many/all maybe?
That tattoo – lie.
That math +new story
Never (k)new poison so deep

Of course I have darks
They inheritances of chaos
I cannot hate those either
They are the darks that make art
The moments that give us succor
The ecstasy of perfect balance

They are the dark of soil
Alive with life
Even without light
They are Darwin
-man enough to face the CHURCH-
But afraid of the power of worm
He knew they could change the landscape
Together
Generation
After generation
Just living

Invisible is ok
Ok to heal or tear
Ok to not push forward
But to shrink
To soothe
Tender place
You are this but also awesome strong

This moment – fail – regret – feel-
It is true but not true
It is story you can bend like streamed wood
The grain
The smell/feel is root (own your harm)
But brave heat/water
Let soften
Transform your role
Your guilt
Your regrets
Neither 
villain or god

A you who knew less
A you who helped now you survive
A strong beautiful you
Even with its eyes full of rage
Breaths ragged from the Battle
Gore covered maw

Raise your head
Eye
To eye
To eye
To eye
See your future/past
What is mine?
What is yours?

And if today
I fail to look true
Then tomorrow
Another chance to try

Pehiw W2022

The struggle

Of course –
The struggle is joyful*
Not easy
Not wanted
But it sparks
Or it is not yours to carry

Pehiw W2022

*Gloria Steinem?

Bear’s Lost Battalion

Warriors of the interior
I light my joint careful
To scarred by trench living
The instinct too deep
Live for package
News from away
A letter
Her perfume
Armistice by fall?

Never warm
Never silent
Never safe
The boredom
The terror
The never agains

We bandage the wounded
Send them right back
EAP - three little letters
Signal a battle
When munitions are low
Wounds that needs lending
But still fit for line

An army of civil
Forgotten back home
No histories in horror
Forgetters us all
We sup on the flesh
Of the young
And indentured

Supply chains stretched dangerous
Our scopes
Stopped by mud
Sent guard for ideas
A moldering horde
But stiff upper lip
Cause grammar still matters

Remember our fallen!
Remember our harm!

We dream of home
While they labyrinth our days
Hope home still exists
The sweetheart stayed true
The truce is a coming
The wound fade to scars

Remember our fallen
Speak of their stories
Write some new songs.

Pehiw W2022
For D who knows and protects