Your Philosophy

Your Philosophy

 

movie plot as object lesson 

boys find valuable object 

boys lose valuable object 

boys fight to get valuable object back 

I am woman born 

no source of father's pride 

too early in my days, they 

track my aroma 

I know not to hide 

use me in some back room 

until my womb rises with a new slave 

for their diversions 

I am sacred mother 

tit tied to feeding, always feeding 

(agonized bleeding in secret shame) 

No more than a tether, a trough, and 

tantalizer of the profane. I am a wrecked 

train, a vehicle left to rust, blamed for 

slatternly stagnation, 

never quite thrown away. 

Reject me; reject hard truths, 

long tred diamonds, scuff-polished, 

hidden like icebergs in paleolithic mud. 

Dismiss prophetic exaltation, work songs, 

labyrinthine gardens, 

we who are only dreams in your philosophy. 

You may well be better 

stuck in your own 

wheel of clay. 

My lesson, when I am ready, 

is to leave you to your way; 

cleave to the ecstasy 

loose, lost, subjective 

wondering 

May 2010