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Showing posts with label wash. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 30, 2023

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

by Ann E. Wallace


The swift punishment brought down on Zooey Zephyr, a transgender lawmaker in Montana, began over words that others in American politics have used without hesitation or consequence: saying opponents have “blood” on their hands. The governor of Texas. A GOP congressman in Florida. A city councilwoman in Denver. Just in the past few years, they are among the elected officials who have chastised colleagues in government with the same pointed rhetoric almost word for word — accusing them of bearing responsibility for deaths — over everything from immigration policy to gun laws. None faced blowback, let alone retribution. But not Zephyr, who on Thursday began legislative exile after Montana Republicans barred her from the state House floor a week after saying those who voted to support a ban on gender-affirming care would have blood on their hands. —AP, April 27, 2023


This was her warning,
the cost of the ban 
on affirming healthcare 
for trans kids.
 
They would have blood
on their hands,
she said.
 
The words, or her body, labeled 
a breach of decorum,
they removed her,
silenced her voice
with a majority, 68 to 32. 
She may watch,
voiceless, may cast
her singular vote 
out of sight and from afar.
 
Hers is a body they do not want 
to see. And they do not want 
to hear about their own hand 
in doing harm, about the toll 
of bloody-handed legislation 
on kids, or on the adults 
like her who once were kids 
in need of votes and affirmation.
 
They removed her from their sight.
They will wash their hands 
with blood.
And her voice, 
it will grow stronger.


Ann E. Wallace is the Poet Laureate of Jersey City, New Jersey. Follow her on Twitter @annwlace409 or on Instagram @annwallace409.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

WHEN THE WATER RUNS OUT

by Joanna Schroeder





When we run out of water
we will drink tall glasses of stones
from the riverbeds.
We will brush our teeth and rinse

with only the stream of our own saliva,
the trickle of blood from our own gums.
We will wash our hair with wine,
clean our bodies with vinegar.
We will shower the azaleas with time,
all the second hands pulled
from antique watches, gathered in a pail
to pour down like our memory of rain.
We will survive on the notes
of desperate songs, the ones
we haven't heard in years,
conjuring old lovers ghosts
so parched as we are
so thirsty,
even for our own tears.


Joanna Schroeder is an ex-punk adult from Columbus, Ohio.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

POPE FRANCIS' SILENT PRAYER

by Priscilla Lignori




Crowd under the rain
eager for the announcement--
centuries' old rite

Smoke pours from chimney 
loud basilica bells ring--
They have a new pope!

Announced in Latin
the huge crowd responds with cheers,
waving rain-soaked flags

New Pope Francis waves
so quiet before the crowd--
A silent prayer?

Is he asking for
the rain to wash away all
that has come before?


Priscilla Lignori is a psychotherapist in private practice and the winner of international awards for haiku poetry. The founder and teacher of Hudson Valley Haiku-kai, a community dedicated to studying and living the Way of Haiku, her poems have been published in the World Haiku Review, The Asahi Hakuist Network, Ko magazine, The Mainichi Daily News.