mercifulserpent: (Default)
 

Beware institutions begun with a purge,

beware buildings that require the bones

of a victim under the cornerstone, beware

undertakings launched with a blood

sacrifice, watch out for marriages

that start with a divorce.

 

To break a champagne bottle over the prow

of a boat is prodigal but harmless; to break

a promise, a friendship much more exciting

(champagne doesn't squeal); but doesn't

the voyage require a lot of sightseeing

and loot to justify the splatter?

 

Give it up for me, she says, give him

up, give her up, look only in my eyes

and let me taste my power in their anguish.

How much do you love me? Let me count

the corpses as my cat brings home mangled

mice to arrange on my doormat like hors d'oeuvres.

 

But you know nobody dies of such executions.

Your discarded friends are drinking champagne

and singing off key just as if they were happy

without you.  One person's garbage is another's

new interior decorating scheme. If she is your

whole world, how quickly the sun sets now.  


mercifulserpent: (Default)
Right to Life

A woman is not a pear tree
thrusting her fruit into mindless fecundity
into the world. Even pear trees bear
heavily one year and rest and grow the next.
An orchard gone wild drops few warm rotting
fruit in the grass but the trees stretch
high and wiry gifting the birds forty
feet up among inch long thorns.
broken atavistically from the smooth wood.
A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of
your descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes collect interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, anymore than you are.
You plant your corn and harvest
it to eat or sell. You put the lamb
in the pasture to fatten and haul it in
to butcher for chops. You slice
the mountain in two for a road and gouge
the high plains for coal and the waters
run muddy for miles and years.
Fish die but you do not call them yours
unless you wished to eat them.
Now you legislate mineral rights in a woman.
You lay claim to her pastures for grazing,
fields for growing babies likes iceburg
lettuce. You value children so dearly
that none ever go hungry, none weep
with no one to tend them when mothers
work, none lack fresh fruit,
none chew lead or cought to death and your
orphanages are empty. Every noon the best
restaurants serve poor children steaks.
At this moment at nine o'clock a partera
is performing a table top abortion on an
unwed mother in Texas who can't get Medicaid
any longer. In five days she will die
of tetanus and her little daughter will cry
and be taken away. Next door a husband
and wife are sticking pins in the son
they did not want. They will explain
for hours how wicked he is,
how he wants disipline.
We are all born of woman, in the rose
of the womb we suckled our mother's blood
and every baby born has a right to love
like a seedling to the sun. Every baby born
unloved, unwanted, is a bill that will come
due in twenty years with interest, an anger
that must find a target, a pain that will
beget pain. A decade downstream a child
screams, a woman falls, a synagogue is torched,
a firing squad summoned, a button
is pushed and the world burns.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes,
flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold
shares in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.

Marge Piercy

Profile

mercifulserpent: (Default)
mercifulserpent

November 2014

S M T W T F S
      1
2345 678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 13th, 2025 05:14 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios