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drafts, july 12

1.

for god(dess)

(tresses galactic)

so loved the world

(herself, the universe,

even the underbelly

of the lowest snailfish)

that (s)he gave his (her)

only (we are all made in the image)

begotten son (a palestinian child)

(forever a palestinian child)

that whosoever believeth

in him (what do you believe now)

shall not perish

(there is no peace but death)

but have everlasting life

(you fools)

 

{remix of john 3:16}

 

2.

when you say us

which humans do you forget

 

when you say humans

which ones do you see as animals

or less than human

than even creature

which ones should live in the cage

and which in the tent

while you sunbathe inside your fences

which should live on a leash

of cellulose paper bruised by ink

which are not allowed a night in the car

which are not allowed a heartbroken

sleep in the street

 

which should dig a hole in the ground

for the waste

while you share a suspended hole above

and shit on the world

which need their own door

which need their own table

their own starving institutions

which should be more grateful

which should be docile

turn yet another cheek

which should be held responsible for

their most violent members

which are always innocent

and which are inevitably to blame

which should be protected

and which should just disappear

 

when you say our

as in future

who is to your left and to your right

and are there any

you already plan to fight

 

when you say us

meaning, when you say who is good

how good he is, we are

who do mean and by what measure

and if it includes the men

who killed hind and sidra

and ahmad, and the half boy

the girl skull, and all those poets and

those who risked telling the story and

all those bloodlines and those

caring for the mouths and bodies

of the tattered alive

then how good could you be

or any place you call we

 

and how could i belong to you

your we, your us

 

how could we shake hands

all that blood and fortune fecal

 

i’m going to disappoint you now

but it may age well

 

i’m going to ask and keep asking

how us can include me

include the broken hearted

the grieving

the rooted and uprooted

the homeless, the families

halved by hatred

the children

in every single place and moment

include those you forget

those you ignore

those you move around

or make criminal

cell to cell, jail to jail

include those who know what we’ve done

and let us breathe

let us repair our shattered selves

gathering back all we’ve sold away

 

can our we be about the effort

to bloom into the widest span

to pollinate the world with belonging

to protect each other from tantrum

and devastation

to live not just simultaneously

but together and with

 

at the very least

understand that we hear the absence

and the guilt weights it against

our hypervigilant eardrums

turns it into a solo against the chorus

bright and high you soar

carrying a tune we all know

erasure, erasure, erasure

the nothing, and worse than nothing

which always follows the lie

 

you get what you dream of

—you only dream of death

we turn away, we divest

we choose to save what’s left

we as in us

we mean all us

world wide are we

in us we trust

we choose life sir

we choose the ones who “teach life sir”

 

{quoted words from this incredible piece from rafeef ziadah}