Women's Voices Against War
What is a guest
makes a guest of wisher
a shell makes a guest of the listener
a breath the host of sounds we make, living
In sea's crash and crest there is no lack
no sonic, shapely sense
of accident, or violation. No thing
not a trace of the driftless makes time
Sticks inside themselves hold sundials
not telling anything
Let us drown our own take
on our own immediacy:
without echo and temper, the speech differs.
Once, our leader were in the crib
winds powers sands cradles dread
There was always fear
It is an occasion, then
when fair proud figures kiss.
The sea of years unfolds will
equally, in all heads,
In the lastness of the hours, no journals
will be reviewed. Gestures, not failures, viewed.
there is a shore to willing
in principle a thing living, moves
Against its limitation.
makes men its mirror, holding them still.
A surface will
A surface of history and evidence will puncture.
Politics collect themselves in hours, years, lands -
a voiced graffiti.
Believe in nothing collecting.
In the lateness of hours
no improvisatoin of sun
setting, no deals made in its rising
takes its place
as we would, guests
as we would, waving