POETRY: Love Excruciating As It Is
Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore
Posted Aug 25, 2006 •Permalink • Printer-Friendly VersionLOVE EXCRUCIATING AS IT IS
In the midst of bomb blast
how can I raise my glass
to praise the Face of the one I love?
No tears nor beads of sweat no anguish
tortures its pure expression its moon
light cast on cornfield equally as on
crash and catastrophic collapse on
bodies below as vulnerable as mine
Horses and grandmothers babies and bystanders
caught in the crush
Whole countries cracked up yet a bee nearby
gets pollen on its legs and buzzes home
Light fills my window same as Kabah wall and
Medina Tomb whose inner galactic glow showers
a ray out on the world that refuses its
healing balm or tortures it to
be what it’s not
My loved one doesn’t need my praise nor even
to be less inscrutable as usual in these
circumstances and still shows the way
So I say “To this One there is no other
(mother brother father sister)
None to claim us but proclaim us as
we proclaim in lifted liquor to our lips
our love excruciating as it is”
Yet a feather blown by it
floats in the air
and remains there
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