you think you’ve seen the most blessed forbearance / you think you’ve seen the most righteous wrath
The reaching obelisk that throws
this long trench bears an inscription…
He was crying, she said.
She hadn’t known they cried.
Since the civilizing process began most of us came to breathe by decree and not in the grace of our mothers
my grandfather came to me in a dream and held my hand with his calloused fingers to remind me I had not, in fact, crawled from a crack in the earth but belonged here
and some who don the thread of peasantry
and all presume to claim false fatherhood