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'Red, White and Blue', Joan Semmel 1973

we fell like paper airplanes 

made from clay 

down by the river 

we were meant 

to steal into water  

the way our father 

stole the way 

to have the gods 

submit to our will 

the 

graces placed us 

crag lovely cargo 

we were stuck 

mid way middle day 

storm after storm 

waiting to 

brood fill night 

wading to lift us 

flotsam and jetsom tide-fools 

we were cool 

cucumber rule breakers 

chained to our humanity 

and we never minded 

third person-ing 

what our souls sang 

to the ghost trees 

and it was in this discovery 

that pretense drove us 

to finally buy into 

why Prometheus 

was so very right 

to steal fire 

from the gods 

we were hung 

beneath 

ideals themselves 

mantled, dismantled 

trinket veneer-ed 

before awakening 

righteous need 

for ourselves 

to be or not to be  

free will 

we were 

once

shackled 

feeling unmade 

by the penis 

and its puppetry 

we were taught 

to disregard  

the warm folds 

of the great vagina 

but we knew 

to keep our egg stories 

hidden until Easter 

and to keep on 

throwing bones 

and stones 

behind us 

and because every 

archetype 

was being 

co-opted 

by those 

that would kill the gods 

as opposed to rising 

as the tides might 

above need for them 

into the tucked harbors 

and warm hamlets 

we would take 

to wearing our scent 

in every afterwards 

as this, as we 

were as divine 

a birth right 

as rain

EJR ©