The Land of Innocence
September 21, 2020Poetry by Alan King
Isn't a protest a public dispute of someone else's truth like the one about the fear of dark bodies?
Isn't a protest a public dispute of someone else's truth like the one about the fear of dark bodies?
See shapes of bodies you thought you were in damp cotton jeans silk shirts.
A heartless leader and legions of nameless heroes define this tragedy
It’s a constant re-reckoning: an existential dusting of hands, a hitching up of one’s pants.
But I have reason to believe moments of intense clarity and energy have a rhythm that can be experienced in the here and now.
The virus demands a deep imagining of death.
Although imaginary numbers are vital, I long for the intersection of your path with mine.