The first nine months Of our life Was spent In quarantine Nurtured by the wisdom Of our mother’s mothers Nutrified by the Earth Suckling As one being in body Organic In nature. Symbiotic Symbol of continuation. Why Have we not returned Awareness to the womb In these times Seek the divine dark From which the spark of life Was bourne? Why Have we not sought The wisdom of those who came Before separation Before degradation And desecration of mind And spirit? Why Have we not embraced The girth of the earth Beneath our feet? Learn of what this bigness Be. Hear what the bees Buzz; news Of the Ancient Ascent And the absence Of each. Noise. Uttered in tongue And misidentified meaning Ideological demons Occupying the homes Turned house– The bodies Turned louse– Parasitic Prophet of death And termination Living in the fauna Of our mouths. Hands balled into fists Tightness taught us To savor our anger As a way to resist The falling dominoes And kingdoms Devoid of glory and fortified, sanctified Foundation Tumbling– remains Creating another story– Debris, and crumbs Of those numbed Translated as the way To salvation. And thus, the birth of this new nation. Always and always More and more Preaching the gospel of lonely And fragmentation Disintegration of awareness Assimilation of fear Abandonment of what is In search of what was never there— Perfection in the flesh Salvation in what we can hold What we can mold From our dastardly desires— …………..A kingdom foretold …………..Whose fall approaches. In the wombs of our rooms Let us croon ourselves into Gestation Into carry Into hold Let us sing, sing, sing Lullabies of light light light And drift,        drift,                     drift into the silence of the Darkness That brought us to be Behind every word that we speak Let us abandon every pit- ……………………………………………ting against Form us into I Into one Into yo soy Io sono Je suis Daughter and Son Husband and Wife Mother and Father Sister and Brother man/woman Divinity made flesh Masculine-Feminine Oneness in our chest And from this cavity …………………………………..—this hollow— That breathes Blood and remembrance Let us grow our seeds.

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Melissa Ferrer is a renegade with hippie tendencies.  Through poetry she seeks to provide a sense of solidarity to all people, encourage people to act unto peace and love, and foster community among both the like and unlike minded. Recently, she’s been yearning to set down her ego and replace it with a jubilation of the spirit. She wants you to join in, in whatever capacity you can.  

This poem is from our first print collection of poetry,  “Thought For Food”, an anthology benefiting Denver Food Rescue. To support our fundraiser, please visit this link.