we are all survivors of something ...
of love
of madness
of loneliness
of rage.
survivors, even, of daily joy.
we have all ever survived a miracle.
we are survivors of greed
with what rain
twist the bells.
how many times have you seen yourself
partner and friend
survive
to the hand that took out the fleas
scratching your back.
this will happen leaving trees that will howl at the moon.
leaving women who will give birth to forests of fire.
we are all survivors of neurotic gods.
we are made of the ashes of birds
of the red joy of history.