(movement poem)

Maria Poblet

[This poem is read on the CD by the author. MP3 of this poem]

give me a movement that moves
when the wounded stop weeping
and strike back
the woman on capp and 16th no longer dances
to the thump of cocaine in her veins
instead learns the rhythm of marching
and the once dealers of her chemical amnesia
distribute protest flyers
convincing the crowd at the bus stop to stop waiting and start moving
a movement that moves
where barbed wire unravels
cops run stumbling from fifteen year old boys
mothers force the mayor to resign
grandmothers hail the jesus of sandino
naming wicked those who make poverty
and blessed the poor
a movement that moves
where we all cut up our drivers licenses
burn our birth certificates
in solidarity with undocumented immigrants and transexuals
a movement that moves
where we stage an occupation of both sides of the border
that no landlord can buy or bully us out of
a movement that moves
where mops and bricks lay idle on the floor
while workers flood the street with songs and stomping
and demands too big for any CEO to meet
give me a movement
where the wounded stop weeping
and strike back
a movement that
moves us
all


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