Poem of the Day "A Proclamation"

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Our bodies give 

into the ocean rolling 
     us beneath its tongues     How do we sing 
our loss 
with water brimming our throats? Oh 

Sea, You 

are greedy and transform us— 
     our faces soft and opening 

You do not wash 
but strike and shove   You 
rinse babies from our arms     leave 
husbands waiting      
We spin in your disregard   You 

upend this body We 
praise your ruin      
                                     Our monuments 
rooting bones in all shores

Copyright © 2020 by Ashaki M. Jackson. 


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