As the
incoming administration builds its agenda of attack on marginalized people, on
freedom of speech, on the earth itself, poetry will continue to be an essential
voice of resistance. Poets will speak out in solidarity, united
against hatred, systemic oppression, and violence and for justice, beauty,
and community.
In this
spirit, Split This Rock is offering its blog as a Virtual Open Mic. For the
rest of this frightening month, January of 2017, we invite you to send us poems
of resistance, power, and resilience.
We will post every poem we receive unless it is offensive (containing language that is derogatory toward marginalized groups, that belittles, uses hurtful stereotypes, etc.). After the Virtual Open Mic closes, we hope to print out and mail all of the poems to the White House.
We will post every poem we receive unless it is offensive (containing language that is derogatory toward marginalized groups, that belittles, uses hurtful stereotypes, etc.). After the Virtual Open Mic closes, we hope to print out and mail all of the poems to the White House.
For
guidelines on how to submit poems for this call, visit the Call for Poems of Resistance, Power
& Resilience blog post.
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A Kaiju
comes to the Pacific Rim
by Rei Eden
by Rei Eden
so
this is the
Taiwan Strait
one foot
on a Chinese aircraft carrier
my head
flung backwards in the spray,
hair, seaweed trailing off a plank
into the sea
the jets taking off
and landing
over the sacred burial islands
of my eyes
Taiwan Strait
one foot
on a Chinese aircraft carrier
my head
flung backwards in the spray,
hair, seaweed trailing off a plank
into the sea
the jets taking off
and landing
over the sacred burial islands
of my eyes
Moloch
rises from the pacific horizon
like the robotic Kaiju Asshole
he is, where Ginsberg last
vomited him
over the side of a Navy Skipper's thigh -
pistons for cocks, eighteen miles high
and growing as he arrives, wifi towers
oven eyes, Chinese tinsel planes
crushed like Kabuki Kamikazes
into his blazing steel mouth
rises from the pacific horizon
like the robotic Kaiju Asshole
he is, where Ginsberg last
vomited him
over the side of a Navy Skipper's thigh -
pistons for cocks, eighteen miles high
and growing as he arrives, wifi towers
oven eyes, Chinese tinsel planes
crushed like Kabuki Kamikazes
into his blazing steel mouth
I'm
reaching out my foot
for a hold on the Ryukyus
I'm reaching out my hands
to the Okinawa beach
I'm praying the body
into a pontoon bridge
I'm praying the body
into the last escape route
for a hold on the Ryukyus
I'm reaching out my hands
to the Okinawa beach
I'm praying the body
into a pontoon bridge
I'm praying the body
into the last escape route
I'm
turning my huge head
to that nasty robot face
I'm turning my sacred eye
to that nasty robot toupee—
to that nasty robot face
I'm turning my sacred eye
to that nasty robot toupee—
Moloch's
got Taiwan sun bears in its black acid stomach
Moloch's got Taroko tripping cogs in its intestines
Moloch's lost Tainan due to indigestion
Moloch's just eaten Hong Kong Taipei and Hualien
…now Moloch's got Seoul in its
tiny left hand
…now Moloch wants my cunt in its
paw-like right—
Moloch's got Taroko tripping cogs in its intestines
Moloch's lost Tainan due to indigestion
Moloch's just eaten Hong Kong Taipei and Hualien
…now Moloch's got Seoul in its
tiny left hand
…now Moloch wants my cunt in its
paw-like right—
my
cunt in this water must become a mountain.
my cunt in this water must become a monument.
my cunt in this water must become
the only bridge.
my cunt in this water must become a monument.
my cunt in this water must become
the only bridge.
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