When we rose from the stasis of our species’ sleep, She was our terror: nighttime noise, suspicious breeze.When we wrangled the land into neat plots and squares, She was our burden: cold, ruin, hunger, disease.When we harnessed her blood, black, and her bones, black too, She was our spoils: oil rigs, smokestacks, slick factories. Now, we bore of survival and set fires for sport, Orphaning ourselves, swallowing the rising seas.
Copyright © 2023 Patrick Johnson
Patrick Johnson is an emerging, Queer poet from Queens, New York. He is a public school science teacher and labor union advocate. His poetry draws from many themes, often inspired by human history, loss, and family. He facilitates a biweekly poetry workshop, and enjoys supporting other poets in their artistic journeys.