revolt
the ravens are all dead
the salmon choke out
on rocks at the ocean mouth
and the tide has cast off
the tug of the moon
no? no.
it is only one more skull
piled outside the city gates,
only one more feast to fill
the bellies of the fat,
only one more lie told as truth
to wax-filled ears
so I will still pick among the carcasses,
make meat of misery, find food
for fury in the bodies of my brothers,
send sun-lit flames flashing
from ebony wings to the eyes of the blind
I will swim upstream, I will transform
from silent gray to crimson outrage,
I will plant my seed and glory
as its life consumes my own
I will turn to the moon
and say, drive me,
drive me against this sand
together let us mold
a new earth,
and alter all these shores.
