In Destruction Lies The Seed Of Birth
Can poetry hurt us? they ask me before
snuggling inside my words …
Yes, we must destroy
ourselves in the constant
reformation that is this very moment.
We invent a great loss to convince ourselves we have a beginning. But
loss is a current: all that dark energy becomes a radiance
syntactic and full of buzz.
Because language is part of the
human organism, a life could end as an abrupt, violent sentence:
sudden resolve to fix what’s been wrong
inked /at night onto the sky’s open hand
… on the fate of the mind
… the page there was no time to write on.
All that dark energy —
whatever it is, it’s a passion
from one with ability
to bear being misunderstood.
Whether you sing or scream,
the process is the same: You start inside yourself.
“In Destruction Lies The Seed of Birth” is compiled from lines created by the following poets, in order of appearance: Title — Maya Angelou; Stanza 1 — Patricia Smith; Stanza 2 — Bob Holman; Stanza 3&4 — Dean Young; Stanza 5-7 — JD McClatchy; Stanza 8 — Marianne Moore; Stanza 9 — Marvin Bell.