To all the women skinning

‘To all the women skinning’

To all the women skinning

the world not as in to make a glove

for a fist stripped down turned inside out

but hanging the faces we all have hidden

on display the blood be damned

because blood is no stranger

 

Praise for you are no second men

bones split out of a breathing body

your own selves only

nothing other determinedly weaving

fierce words out of the water your bodies

are made of all our bodies are

 

Made up in the secret soothing dark

of the hearth made to leave

and come calling into the light

a poem of beginning becoming

being and you there to sing

the song taken out of you and back again

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