Survival is Its Own Revenge by Akua Lezli Hope


SURVIVAL IS ITS OWN REVENGE

for Jackie and Esther


and when air you breathe like manna

whole, serene, second-stride thresholds

of splintered light, mumbled hues through

tears. quiet hymns sung until trains

stop. arrivals aren't your glory

this road soon thin before third gear.

you've invented greater figures than those

fourscore foundling dreams so toehold.

arthritic, contrite, once wagging fingers

dumbfounded mute, once snakecoiled tongues

crazy crazy you like many dreamlashed

daughters, sons so even minute

confirmations, just a trembling clockstroke

not even revolution, just life's side

smiled wink, is a proof. is enough

to sing. to Shout. to work well



Akua Lezli Hope