Claim your rocking chairs and
Your solipsistic sunsets,
But close your eyes and listen.
The cicadas have silenced, and listen!
Is it quiet?
Bibles, Torahs, and Bhagavad Gitas
Turn into laminated eviction notices or zoning ordinances stapled unregretfully to cracked doors
Function like scripture, the
unquestionable, abstract,
preached by priests who don't live within their consequences.
And there---the anterior part of your head.
The fetal pig might say marred
I say that the thing in-between of your pancreas and your large intestine
Leaves the noise
For the solitude of oblivious sunsets.
Watch the names fade from mailboxes,
The floor forget the weight of what once stood
And as Santa Muerte reaches for you
I hope you spare us a glance
Because we will look for you often,
too.
Renee Nicole Macklin wrote the American Poets award winning poem "On Learning To Dissect Fetal Pigs" back in 2020. It is highly recommended to read her poem beforehand, as it not only is a powerful piece of literature, but this poem engages with and responds to Macklin’s piece.
Posted in response to the challenge In Minneapolis.
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