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~ with Wordsworth, Hayes, Millay
Nuns don’t fret and nuns can be like children—
Good at caring less than politicians
About having to wear linen cages, separating
Viruses and life, the song of the bird
From the bone. The world’s gone mad at the wheel
While bees and seas soar for bloom, germs and chaos
Straining against reorder. Confess the shape
Of your arrogance. So. Money. So amorphous, watching
From the bleachers. Our awful servitude, says
Youth: Don’t panic! This fabric, this scanty plot
Of ground our mouths’ dark box wrestles through words
For release can strike stars—a little room set aflame.
The prison unto which you’ve doomed our voice no prison is:
Love will be enough. Only that can’t be destroyed.
Copyright 2021 Michelle Bitting
Michelle Bitting’s many books include Nightmares & Miracles which won the Wilder Prize and will be published by Two Sylvias Press in 2022.