Down in the Belly
welcome
to the birth of a nation
where
people deliver themselves upon their death to the air and the atom
twin
mingling of universal deduction.
welcome
them to the Harlems and havocs, and nations free temples
that
create life's never-ending rat hole statuses where we all sit in line
after
line, and wait, in line.
where
we find each other in the shadow of a broken brick,
and
sift the edges for quarters. this is your people,
hand
in hand, in song,
union
to keep from being swallowed.
the
father’s throat is wider than the mother’s.
the
net has been thrown and we are holding still.
holding
without gloves or sand, and sweat still protruding, watching us
slip
slip slip until we are down in the belly.
a
cavern of saints and saintly trotters, whose causes are held
captive
in the imagination, past the tongues of deliverance.
behold
the capital belly,
unnourishing
and never full.
---Jessica M. Wilson
Cardenas
Jessica M. Wilson is a poet from East LA. Founder
of the Los Angeles Poet Society, a curator of literary goodness. SeriousLonging, her book of poetry, is available from Swan World Press in Paris,
France.
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