1.
"Even dying, sand-speckled,
drying, jellyfish can sting—
their streaming arms
"non-ambulatory and toxic. Strange
creatures with no blood. Knowing
we were about to dive
"into the water, we did not linger
to gaze on their gelatinous bodies
shimmering on the New England beach.
"I was thick
on your fingers. We swam through the deep,
Emerged to a seagull pulling flesh
"from shattered shell:
red, salty, slick.
2.
"Who puts automatic weapons
in the hands of cops?
Who witnesses the killing
"of black teenage boys? Generations
and generations. Shot up in a cop car,
shot up on the corner.
"A rage that liquefies
our hearts, whole communities
spilling into the streets, drenched.
"The president sends in the national
guard. His skin
not white like the others, but the papers
"he signs just as white,
bloodless.
Not shot up on the corner,
"followed by secret service. Hand to system
strategizing sieges. Horde white-hot power.
"3.
"When I was a child, so many queer
men died
their bodies porous
"to the world’s infections. Cankers
blistering on their skin, muscles
shrinking to bone.
"A societal seizure of unseeing,
we turned
from sweat-soaked sheets
"to skating rinks.
The men contagious and unknowing
burrowed into each other’s bodies,
"alive with sex.
I did not know then they were kin.
4.
"Later, in the water, a welt
on my forearm, a sting. Later, in bed,
your teeth on my skin.
"What to do
with this desperate desire
to reconcile our yearnings
"and our bloodshed?
The thief that makes us long
for something greater than ourselves.
All night long we were bruised and culpable,
responsible and willfully ignorant. I give you this—
the only thing to offer up:
"my body splayed, its stalwart,
bloody sound."
Sources:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ct_SLnAGDuM
https://www.truthdig.com/articles/a-poem-on-generations-witnessing-cycles-of-death-and-destruction-audio/
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