Under the wall
Take me to
where my heart is sunken
deep into the land
stepped on, kicked, trampled, thought
to the place where people don’t know that
it is even there,
supporting their weight.
Let me love them anyway.
i am not divided from myself
let me feel the ache of the person
struggling to keep alive at the hands of another person
and under a mechanized system
designed to grind her back into stardust
mine is the same body and breath
that give her
material right to be, to exist.
If you cannot hold it, why can you not hold it?
Where in you is the fault line,
where is this heavy break
like you are on one mountain and
the rest of the world is on another mountain?
the fall between the rises, is not fooled.
The land knows it is contiguous, it is one planet,
one biosphere. It does not wonder if you are a part of it,
even if you wonder if you are a part of it.
Were you there when people with guns
kept us from getting food or fluid?
What about when your freedom of movement
through planes and buses and trains and cars and boats and cabs and all kinds of motorized travel became our inability to leave a small patch of land as it became swallowed by water?
Were you absent then, in the exchange of unseeable gases, yours getting you where you want to go and
the rest of us, going where no-one wants to go?
Were you there when the chemicals showered down
making our children’s children’s children’s bodies
with molten limbs like the scars burned into the land,
so that even if we lived, our culture held
the remnants of your choices
like a wound from our own hand to our own hand
we are here still, waiting for you to arrive.
You are always wanting more from the world, always seeking fire,
you will find the last remaining match, here, where you left
us beneath you.
--September 13, 2014
Lily So-too is a Northwest writer, painter, theatre-maker, dancer, musician, and ardent lover of life. Lily eschews gender pronouns, loves people, the living earth, birds, trees, and social movements that involve dancing and mischief.