"amalgamating" poems - Hello Poetry

*This is a poem for Rachel Corrie. I am not religious, and a far cry from spiritual, but I refuse to imagine Rachel Corrie insentient and six feet under, slowly amalgamating with the soil encasing her. Before her death, Rachel Corrie said “I still really want to dance around to Pat Benatar and have boyfriends and make comics for my co-workers. But I also want this to stop.” In the words of contemporary Palestinian poet Suheir Hammad “God has a better imagination than all of us combined” in either God's words or my own, I will not imagine in/on the same ground in/on which I maybe soon will be and more words from Suheir “What do I tell young people about non-violence when they can see for themselves how even orange bright and megaphone loud and cameras and US citizenship will not stop your ****** what do I tell young people/anyone even myself about “non-violence” when every single thing I've seen presenting itself/perhaps even masquerading as “non-violence” has been in my face and /rude/harsh/unavoidable and most of all, violent? I do not believe in God and humanity is pushing it's luck, but I believe in Rachel Corrie. This is for Rachel;* I should study a she-wolf's prose she wanted to write about death but life would frequently weasel and wheedle it's way in there’s an overhanging image a smaller yet infinitely larger organism continuously broached by each word I only want to study a caterpillar’s motion backward/forward /onward across arms/legs of this deer/dear [her] surname/ [my] given name/ separated by [semi/totally] circular VOWels ***** blond hair dirtied by dust / rubble / rhyme /reason/ whatever/ in compliance with a rep/RESENT/ative democracy several shades lighter literally figuratively whiter than she need no permission pat benatar would/should croon to your moves every boy and girl friend i will/may/have/had should be yours entomo/insecto/[social] phobias I never would’ve said so I never would’ve/ could’ve told the caterpillar to go

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Nov 28, 2011

Nov 28, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC

carrie-ross

Waggish Recall

*This is a poem for Rachel Corrie. I am not religious, and a far cry from spiritual, but I refuse to imagine Rachel Corrie insentient and six feet under, slowly amalgamating with the soil encasing her. Before her death, Rachel Corrie said “I still really want to dance around to Pat Benatar and have boyfriends and make comics for my co-workers. But I also want this to stop.” In the words of contemporary Palestinian poet Suheir Hammad “God has a better imagination than all of us combined” in either God's words or my own, I will not imagine in/on the same ground in/on which I maybe soon will be and more words from Suheir “What do I tell young people about non-violence when they can see for themselves how even orange bright and megaphone loud and cameras and US citizenship will not stop your ****** what do I tell young people/anyone even myself about “non-violence” when every single thing I've seen presenting itself/perhaps even masquerading as “non-violence” has been in my face and /rude/harsh/unavoidable and most of all, violent? I do not believe in God and humanity is pushing it's luck, but I believe in Rachel Corrie. This is for Rachel;* I should study a she-wolf's prose she wanted to write about death but life would frequently weasel and wheedle it's way in there’s an overhanging image a smaller yet infinitely larger organism continuously broached by each word I only want to study a caterpillar’s motion backward/forward /onward across arms/legs of this deer/dear [her] surname/ [my] given name/ separated by [semi/totally] circular VOWels ***** blond hair dirtied by dust / rubble / rhyme /reason/ whatever/ in compliance with a rep/RESENT/ative democracy several shades lighter literally figuratively whiter than she need no permission pat benatar would/should croon to your moves every boy and girl friend i will/may/have/had should be yours entomo/insecto/[social] phobias I never would’ve said so I never would’ve/ could’ve told the caterpillar to go