Friday, June 13, 2008

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 groundnotes
In the howling cadence of
What will not change
In the nightmare world of We.

Courage soul: learn to wield.

~Karen Joyce