Poem for Malala
To Malala Yousafzai.
We see it all.
All of it.
The red-stain,
the shame.
We do not feel the skull-shatter-impact,
the moveable plate – the tube,
the tubes.
The blood-bags.
The bags of blood,
the urine.
Your eye,
the eye-blood
that occludes your vision.
Red filters down,
lowering them to the ground.
Our hackles are raised.
Father – Mother
Daughter – Son
Sister – Brother
Niece – Child
Child child child child child.
Somethings are veiled.
It is necessary to veil
what is sometimes a wound,
to cover
to dignify
to protect.
A green veil.
A beaded veil,
the tip of
an eyebrow raises it –
Disturbs it,
for the breath of.
I would sew the sequins myself,
make good the golden threads.
If you must veil,
let it crown you,
let it crown your head,
as laurels, green, on your head. |
2 responses to “A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2013, poems for Malala Yousafzai”
Intense pathos, full of female imagery, as if we, all women, take part in Malala’s tragedy.
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Thanks,I find it hard to re-read. C
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