And, It Is
by Ali A.
First place winner, Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2023
(Typed story appears after photo)
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But, in nature, you always knew/These truths that now you eschew
Spontaneous form and voluptuous curvature/Motifs repeated evergreen from root structure
To odes in nervous human endocrine/Over time that mind that you weaned
Deaf to euphorious harmonies and the Chorus/All thing exclaiming in praise, ‘Adore Us!’
The veins of my wrists blossom and sprout/Blindness compels you to shout
Five-branched canopies in orchestrated complexity/and webbed with poetry
Can disconcerting violence deny/buried seeds their memory of the sky?
Can -ceration erase from me/the lakes or the rivers or the sea?
When I was begotten by the Euphrates/Along it, petal-crowned ancients that raised me
And I flow through the Nile/Collecting Israel’s histories in the meanwhile
Pleiades herself pierced a crack in my cell/to speckle my cheek with her secrets to tell
The weight of squared cages and degreed angles/Cannot force a divorce from my conjugal
inseparable unity with the Natural/traces of the pastoral embedded in my auricle
Perfectly straight lines of cinderblock and concrete/Calculated and approximated for spiritual defeat
Compounded obesity of bloated empire/Iron gear for iron men in iron spires
Cannot overpower the white Song like a roar/Mighty, that carves seabed from seashore
‘Bel’ And, it is/Bare-footed Bedouins
Across the sandy sandscape traversed/The whitling echoes of barren deserts
Clear heavens and dunes of the earth/through realms composed by verse
From heat smelting and amalgamating/Spring forth the cradles of Revelation
After one-hundred generations/Purified by deprivation
Undoing the pretenses of education/Nothing to interfere with contemplation
Then, it is. Finally-quiet/An ecstatic charged silence
Listen . . . weaving existence is rhapsodic/Every stomata chanting cacophonic
The entire emerald planet rings harmonic/scrambled wild life in phonics
The rhyme scheme of this world/By His Voice that is only heard
By our recitation of His Words/that leave no injustice undisturbed
Primordial electrons in a cloud/Gossiping unborn galaxies’ vibrations aloud
The undying resistance of a martyr uncowed/As she prepares her own burial shroud
The excitement of a virginal wedding chamber/Last living specimen encased ears in amber
From which all of us sprang/From which every veritone and tenor rang
The quantum alphabet of creation apprehended/So that everything would be suspended
The totality of the cosmos, unfettered/it all strung between only two letters
When silent crowds gather at a disconcert/Solitary cells cradle us like a desert
Then, it is, Finally – / quiet.
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