let us sit under our words, a many-
ringed tree, bodies drunk on lost
time, listening to delicate leaves
Let them, in their fixation,
make one song from a thousand bodies.
There was a room in Antwerp I loved so much
I never filled it with books, a bed, or a table.
It was alive with its own clarity
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…
In the Serengeti four elephants rest without heads,
bodies rising like boulders from the plain…
The goal should be climate resilience and mitigation that helps empower local communities, indigenous peoples and workers while diminishing market power of oligopolies in agribusiness that drives social and environmental standards towards a race to the bottom.
I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.