‘(Bend, motherfucker, bend.)’, by Chrissy Hamill

‘The arc of history is long, but it bends towards justice’. Martin Luther King Jr

The world is broken and tired and sad
Paralysed on the edge of a cliff.
And I am small and hurting.
And the aching is quiet and deep.

But the blood still pumps thick through my veins
And the air in my lungs is fire
Throw your money into the furnace
For I’m small and alive in the wind.

I will angry stamp till the puddles run red
until my feet are worn out and thin
I will scream to the wind till you cut out my throat
I will watch and I won’t close my eyes.

I will hold on to the sun till my fingers burn
I will grieve with each loss and each hurt
I will cry oceans and rivers until
I am nothing but shrivelled bones.

I will walk till I get to the end of the world
I will dance till I run out of room
And I will love with my toes and my knees and my soul
and my kidneys and liver and spleen.

For I’ve poured my heart into the river;
I’m dissolved and I’m bound and I’m free
Tied to the beating pulse of the current
I will sing as I flow to the sea.

Chrissy blogs over at Falling in love with the world.

13 comments

  1. @Mike: not that I’m aware of, though the ODT did publish one of her prose pieces some time back. Which reminds me, I must post a wee piece by Moltmann on youth’s passion for justice and it’s implications for eschatological imagination.

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  2. I am one step ahead of Hope. I have three beautiful, strong daughters. And my husband and son realise how fortunate they are! If they forget they are reminded very quickly.

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