A poem in response to Dorothy Allison's essay: A Question of Class.
For Dorothy.
Courage, humor and love
simply disappear
in the politics of They
Despair must be lived
in a world that despises the weak.
They who hold dominion
overcome and deny.
The impulse to forget/remember
those who disappear into:
one pair of eyes
one set of hands
--heard by no one.
Our tears form the ground notes
in the howling cadence of
what will not change
in the nightmare world of We.
Courage soul: learn to wield.
~ © Karen Joyce 06/2008
