Bale – Glenis Redmond
They asked me who I belong to…. I say I belong to South Carolina.
They had no business askin me. I was trying to belong to myself
—John Andrew Jackson, enslaved
When you gotta go. You leave. Take fear and every gift God gave you.
Shove it in half the space of a man. Tuck yourself whole self
amongst those same white blooms that you picked
underneath South Carolina sun. Ride the grain of this dark bloom,
What Shines Does Not Always Need To – Adam Clay
Because today we did not leave this world,
We now embody a prominence within it,
Even amidst its indifference to our actions,
Whether they be noiseless or not.
The Robots – Robert Pinsky
When they choose to take material form they will resemble
Dragonflies, not machines. Their wings will shimmer.
Like the chorus of Greek drama they will speak
As many, but in the first-person singular.