Extinction - by Francesca Lia Block
the earth was crying trying to cool
her blistered skin with tears
the polar bears died without their ice
those sad little fishes
the birds with burnt wings
what have they done to us
her blistered skin with tears
the polar bears died without their ice
those sad little fishes
the birds with burnt wings
what have they done to us
what will they keep doing how will they ever stop
the children ran from the bombs
continents reared up and the oceans swallowed people whole
the men wondered how to change anything without a gun
in the darkness women ate chocolate and wept
yearning for their unfound partners and babies
as if to be alone were the end of the world
and yes it felt that way
because we must all have someone to hold someone to hold us
through an apocalypse
what can we do what can we do we cried
how is this anything writing these poems of devotion
posting these images of transformation
winged dogs girls with clocks in their heads
how is this anything
holding our babies
and touching our lovers as if they were lost parts of god
this is all we can do
the night descends but love though vulnerable
indestructible
like the little girl with brown curls and sprinkled freckles
who ran into my arms today
i’m airplane, the saber tooth cat, she said
please play with me i won’t ever
leave
you can do anything if you believe it enough
what if we all learned that at such a young age
like grammar and arithmetic
what if our parents teachers leaders believed it too
not the magick of tricks
or the will
but that true, pure stream of never ending
possibility?
could we fly? find our true loves? our true work?
end wars and poverty?
like my daughter who wrote in her composition book
i wish i had magick
if i had magick i would save
the world
the children ran from the bombs
continents reared up and the oceans swallowed people whole
the men wondered how to change anything without a gun
in the darkness women ate chocolate and wept
yearning for their unfound partners and babies
as if to be alone were the end of the world
and yes it felt that way
because we must all have someone to hold someone to hold us
through an apocalypse
what can we do what can we do we cried
how is this anything writing these poems of devotion
posting these images of transformation
winged dogs girls with clocks in their heads
how is this anything
holding our babies
and touching our lovers as if they were lost parts of god
this is all we can do
the night descends but love though vulnerable
indestructible
like the little girl with brown curls and sprinkled freckles
who ran into my arms today
i’m airplane, the saber tooth cat, she said
please play with me i won’t ever
leave
magick is radical - by Francesca Lia Block
this little boy says he can understand what cats say
and i believe him he looks like one
slight and feline black hair shiny smooth as fur
but he also tells me magic isn’t real
repeating what someone has given him
thinking it was a gift, a tool
magic isn’t real
only pretend
i know another little boy whose daddy tells him
and i believe him he looks like one
slight and feline black hair shiny smooth as fur
but he also tells me magic isn’t real
repeating what someone has given him
thinking it was a gift, a tool
magic isn’t real
only pretend
you can do anything if you believe it enough
what if we all learned that at such a young age
like grammar and arithmetic
what if our parents teachers leaders believed it too
not the magick of tricks
or the will
but that true, pure stream of never ending
possibility?
could we fly? find our true loves? our true work?
end wars and poverty?
like my daughter who wrote in her composition book
i wish i had magick
if i had magick i would save
the world
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