The Day You Were Born (poem)
The Day You Were Born
Cock an ear, your master’s voice, drip or pebble
Distracting drumbeat, or is it heads-up
Heads-up, Dodge Ball
You can be the smart one, saw this coming
When the world was blind
You can find yourself at the center of a bridge
A rope bridge, working itself untwined
A cliff’s edge lined in plastic palm trees
Studio TV’s safari-jacketed jungle yarn
Canceled soon
The firehose typhoon, swinger, you
whipping up it’s gonna flip you, then you’ll fall
You’ve come this far
And just to gain her admiration
She in the sarong, the village princess
who brought you here and urged you forward
You can’t go back
Are you not hearing that lilting call
It’s hard to tell, the fans keep blowing
Is that the medicine man’s voice as well
saying my son it’s no farther now to stay the course
than turn again
Twisted this way, your mind insists keep going
Only an ankle between the coils
Heroes finish what they’ve started
She believed in me…I, the Lion-Hearted
I forget. He won’t come out himself
But strong is my faith he has a reason
Even that, I think he mentioned
In his lecture
I can’t afford exposure, he’d said to me
We need help to make our Way strong
Sharp eyes and small men
Committed
Were you not dying for your country the day you were born
The Day You Were Born
Episodes
The Lab-Grown Brain Makes a Prose Poem
(2017, Stephanie Foster)