November 28th, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

349: implosions

“implosions”
Michael Datcher

i blow myself up
on u

because i want u to understand
what occupation does
to hemoglobin:
transforms it to hemlock.

unwinds its dna double helix
into the shape
of my only son's
perfectly round mouth
stuck
in a pose of terror
watching his father's
dignity implode.

have u ever seen
a man collapse
into
him
self?

the eyes fall
first
cascading
beneath
his epidermis, past
his cheek and chin
into his throat
when he realizes
he is unable
to protect his family
or feed them. or speak.

words are meaningless, when ur eyes
are lodged
in ur esophagus.

action
becomes ur native
tongue.

next, the left ventricle
attacks
the right:
internal fratricide.

the purest form
of self-hatred.

finally, the large intestine
divides
and tightens into
4,000,007 military
square knots, each one
the size of
a hand grenade.

i am a walking bomb.

no need for dynamite
i just meditate
real hard
on my history
since I met u.

concentrate
on being uprooted
from my father's father's farm
and squeezed
into the gaza strip.

recall
how u claimed mine
as urs
and called me
a terrorist
when i fought
to get mine
back.

give me liberty
or join me
in death.

i blow myself up
on u.