Because rivers are women
And mountains are women
And savannahs and jungles
Are women with wild hearts
Because seahorses are women
And caves and seashells
And the wheel of the stars
Because language is a woman
And bread is a woman
And willows and wisdom
Because baskets of shadows are women
And deepest depths
And the moon and sun
With her golden raiment
And forgiveness has no fiercer mother
Or more frightening war cry
Because I know no man born of man
I know only woman
And she who turns the year
Month: October 2020
Mama Matrix Most Mysterious
Separating children from their families…
That’s like preparing for holocaust,
Blaming children for parental poverty,
Caging the infancy of their spirits,
Terminating their earliest heaven,
Punishing childhood for eternal hope,
Severing the heart from itself in itself,
Killing love on the road to the future,
Like poisoning your own waters,
Spreading rot to your own children,
Like trimming branches that bear fruit,
Disuniting yourself from the mama matrix
most mysterious,
Pounding the hammer of patriarchy,
Beating your simian chest
And gorging on your greed,
For Jesus said, “let the children come to me,”
Let the children be children,
Don’t break the petals from the flower,
Don’t strike out the sun like Ahab
For the insult you presume is yours.
Salvatore Ala 