Praying with Fringes 02/07/2017 – it’s difficult to get the news from our bodies, yet people die each day for lack of what is found there

For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)
Philip Metres

In the green beginning,
          in the morning mist,
                              they emerge from their chrysalis

of clothes: peel off purses & cells,
          & Gap sweats, turtle-
                    necks & tanks, Tommy’s & Salvation

Army, platforms & clogs,
          abandoning bras & lingerie, labels
                    & names, courtesies & shames,

the emperor’s rhetoric of defense,
          laying it down, their child-
                    stretched or still-taut flesh

giddy in sudden proximity,
          onto the cold earth: bodies fetal or supine,
                    as if come-hithering

or dead, wriggle on the grass to form
          the shape of a word yet to come, almost
                    embarrassing to name: a word

thicker, heavier than the rolled rags
          of their bodies seen from a cockpit:
                    they touch to make

the word they want to become:
          it’s difficult to get the news
                    from our bodies, yet people die each day

for lack of what is found there:
          here: the fifty hold, & still
                     to become a testament, a will,

embody something outside
          themselves & themselves: the body,
                     the dreaming disarmed body.

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