Ashes, poetry by Elaine Nadal at Spillwords.com
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Ashes

Ashes

written by: Elaine Nadal

 

I’m no sheep. You won’t use my skin,
reduce me to meat,
leave me with dry bones, scrawny and fruitless.
My speech is green, fertile, and rich.
Its seeds run deep.
From the roots of domestication,
it broke free.
I’m no sheep.
I’m not spilling any more blood at the slaughterhouse.
My blood is a cycle of fighting.
My blood is power.
Walls can’t contain me.
I am soil and river–
don’t need to wash clean for not crossing my legs.
Don’t you cross me. I’m no sheep.
I’ve gathered the wood. I’ve set the fire
and burned the violence committed against my body.

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