Proverbial Inheritance
(On Mother Love)
So for the crow the chick is
white, for white she sees like
the fair light of stars, never
the dark of matter, as if evil
alone were unconstitutional
and all else flesh to the bone.
And so she looks to home
with relative sight, and leads
her sons to corpses,
white light to white light.
(On Perseverance)
Sure you'll crack the egg
if you hit it hard enough ,
make something of yourself
from something dead, but
what is seen by the purblind
is clearly ill defined by
the smashing of boundaries.
(On Bridges)
Indeed there is a call for bridges
between the leadership of men and
the blind mothers, like to the call for
a bridge to the soul and the alternative
to mathematical equations of space-time
physics, in the building of such bridges,
is the matter that's implicit in the
singular affections of crows.
2 comments:
the poem reminds me of metaphysical poetry ,john doone and keats and yeats , it surrounds itself on the issues of birthright and identity.
Thanks for reading Mbizo, your own work has a physical quality which I very much admire, knocks the metaphysical for six, in my opinion!
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