Opre
Our splintered marrow guards your precious ground
Not bought in blood, but taken in the twilight
When ‘taking’ was a thing we did not understand
Now sentinels bound, subservient you think we stand
Down inside those ringlets blacked by damp
Not the wind—kin to your own cur breath—
But the jewels it carries, diamonds, our inheritance,
We feel
Touching, unveiling in our stripped-bare bones
Kali
Sara
Guadaloupe
La Negra
You do not see us
The exposed soul beneath the veils
Of collagen you tore away
You smile
Thinking your bold foot and strong arm have won you space
You do not see
That we
Since your Great Devouring
Baro Porrajmos
Are already inside
Sap, like fire, rising
About the Creator
Penny Blake
Story topics: Natural Living, Equality, Diversity, Geek Culture.
I write and review non-fiction and fiction that explores science,
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