Today's poem is by Ada Limón
Home Fires
Crowned newly with a fearsome cutting,
I fold the aqua blanket twice to stay alive.Headstones in the heart's holler, sludge
of what's left after the mountain's blasted.Not a kid anymore, there are no pretty victims
or greasy cavernous villains spitting blazes.Just a week ago, I wondered what this, this,
would be like, to be wholly blown apart.The women of Appalachia are watching
each home poisoned by bad air, deadly water,their kin are losing teeth. Liver cancer,
gallbladders full of black coal sludge, and stillthey stand for the mountains they loved, rage
in the coal muck for their blood-deep origin.What must it be like, I wonder, to fear the fall
every day? Might come a flood. Might come death.To look out at the coal fires burning
every hour endlessly for fifty years and to knowyour land may be condemned, razed, and not want
to simply lie down and die. I am not that strong.Wickedness has leaked into the home I made,
and I want to burn it down. Sister, tell mehow you stand the murderous fury. You there
still singing, I crave demolishing, to eat explosives.How could I have imagined this? Mortal me,
brutal disaster born out of so much greed.
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