Poem 77
Poem 77
( for birthday July 31, 2020 )
I join my ancestors
in knowing virus, our minds
as sturdy as icy fire
to confirm a universe.
I join my ancestors.
Our tears are stones,
wary-wise stones that break no windows
as they whisper to the wind:
enough, enough of death eternal,
enough, enough of defensive failures
which offend the dignity of breathing.
I join my ancestors
in knowing profoundest virus
thriving in icy origins of flame,
surviving in ritual of remembering
an enough, enough for dignity to proclaim.
I join my ancestors
in knowing virus, our minds
as sturdy as icy fire
to confirm this universe, the dignity of breathing.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. June 26, 2020
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