Unison
An old song of sisterhood
Unison
the soldiers and the workers are all sisters chewing their way through a creation myth they chant to one another a song that rhymes with a pregnant earth and ceaseless rebirth an egalitarian chorus of crimson shining a sisterhood of purpose, no heroes, no taxes no waste, not even death, a hungry river of stomachs churning like chainsaws eating the thorns and leaving the roses they sing to each other their secret psalm the fatherless songs of their mothers the woven together arms of the earth mouthfuls of magma like honey hymns sinewed together strong the unselfish harmony of women their mantra, their self-referential truth in the voice of their grandmothers songs are not poems, poems are songs
Sometimes my poems come from noble inspiration and turn out half as good. And sometimes a poetic rallying cry comes from an unexpected pest control bill.
Coda
Okay, it’s a little cheeky …