sorcery of self:
a phrase i coined
and now surrender to you
it's as if i've swallowed
an interior decorator
i like my heart where it is
i cannot make
your past disappear
only rabbits, my love,
only rabbits
depleted memory banks
have grounded our emotional economy
we have been forced
to create a new currency
one that will truly allow us
to love our neighbors
for reasons beyond guilt and pity
i have offered myself
to the inkwell of the wordsmith
that i might be shaped
into new terms of being
only through new words
might new worlds
be called
into order
i stretch my body
into your symbols of statehood
i am a citizen
casting my vote
and net
in the same breath
i dare not keep what i reap
i am only fishing
for momentary companionship
-excerpt from , SAid tHE SHOTgun to The heaD.
A POEM BY SAUL WiLLiAMS
