Stefanie Bennett- A Poem

PARIS ATTACK, November 13, 2015      

 

I am the Lady Lazarus

Come back from your

Cold wars. It was

Not I who struck the drum.

I’ve not once sat

In Parliaments upon some

Laurelled throne.

 

I am the bearer of Crops.

Of child. Of glad tidings

And the sad.

I am the moon marketeer

And ‘water carrier’;

The bridge-spanning

Time barrier.

I am the atom that splits

All difference.

I am the flame within

The forge.

I am the heirloom

Of your opposites.

I am sight-seer

And over-seer

 

... But most of all “I am”

Yourself! The cliff-hanger

When the chips are down.

I am – Earth. – Mouth. – and

Mother to whatever’s

Set to fly or float.

I am the flag-scarf

To all Nations tightening

At your throat:

I am your Lady Lazarus,

Twice as daring,

Re-Awoke...