Earth Presses Against Us Earth is pressing against us, trapping us in the final passage.To pass through, we pull off our limbs.Earth is squeezing us. If only we were its wheat, we might die and yet live.If only it were our mother so that she might temper us with mercy.If only we were pictures of…
Category: Palestine
Poetry for the Peeps! Suheir Hammad
Palestine/USA I will notdance to your wardrum. I willnot lend my soul normy bones to your wardrum. I willnot dance to yourbeating. I know that beat.It is lifeless. I knowintimately that skinyou are hitting. Itwas alive oncehunted stolenstretched. I willnot dance to your drummedup war. I will not popspin beak for you. Iwill not hate…
Ear to the Ground 