WWP Poem #20: Intercessions (a prayer poem)

I have learned through bitter experience the one supreme lesson
is to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmitted
into energy, so our anger controlled can be transmitted into
a power that can move the world.

- Mohandas K. Gandhi

I. Islam: submission

Girls who break rules
are ruled by a hand, by a fist, by a knife;
replace their throats with embers,
send the smoke up to Heaven
and hope Allah hears them. I see
one young woman in a wheelchair chariot
with suicide written all over her legs in crinkled black
and red canyon lines:
twigs for legs, burned flesh forest,
this is how young women put themselves on altars
hoping for absolution
while trying to start a forest fire that
curls it smoke fingers into noses around the world.
Can we not smell the burning?

For those who have lost hope,
seeking solace in the end of life;
for those whose hearts are broken and in desolation;
we pray to the Lord.
Lord, hear our prayer.

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WWP Poem #19: Dear Earthling

You’d think me rude, but I’d just stand and stare
while grocery store aisles used to jostle together,
every box and can a hungry puzzle piece
looking for its partner;
or the colors on every shirt, sweater, pant, and shoe
in every department store peeled themselves apart from their host
in paint by numbers precision and begged for my eye
to roll call. You’d think me strange,
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